After the freezing weather we have been enduring, hibernation springs to mind. However, I am resisting the impulse, and have emerged from under my snuggly blanket, and tossed my recession heater onto the couch to say hello. I am indeed alive. And cold. Please be impressed at my noble sacrifice here. She says with chattering teeth. Shivering. Approaching frostbite.
It is COLD. You may have got that by now. It was -5 this morning at 9 when I went to town. The bills, you know, they needed paying.
Anyway. I have no scintillating news at all. Apart from the fact that I discovered a real shop which sold American food! Yes! I even got some peanut butter chips/pieces! Such excitement! I also discovered that the good old South African style receiving blankets for babies, made from brushed cotton, with cute little prints on, are unobtainable. No-one knows what I am talking about here in the UK. So if you are in SA and reading this....here is a wonderful export opportunity! And while you are exporting, please send me a suitcase full of them. Immediately. Thankyouverymuch.
I did end up buying a white brushed cotton sheet, and will make some myself, but I cannot find printed fabric anywhere. Sigh. The things of great moment which occupy my mind. I really do need to discuss some more fascinating topics here. It must be the cold. It has frozen the brain cells. I will improve, I promise.
Once my teeth stop chattering.