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Snuggly Warm

 It had to be done. It’s dull, grey and rainy. It is cold. I kept warm this morning by getting on my hands and  knees and giving the kitchen floor a much needed scrub of its limestone tiles. Proper little Cinderella I was, but without the promise of a posh frock and an evening of dancing.

But this afternoon, settled on the sofa with my knitting (because what else does one do on a grim October day?) I could tolerate the shivering no more and...

...yup, I lit the wood burner. As you can see, Bambino is very appreciative. Only rabid hunger will move him from that spot now. Flora is ensconced up the other end...
...that’s where I was sitting. But as soon as I moved to make up the fire, she was onto the warm spot like a heat seeking missile. And she won’t give up that prime piece of sofa space now, either. I’m a slave to those cats, honestly I am.

Oh, but it’s lovely to have a fire going! Cosy days, here we come! Back to my knitting...



Comments

Athene said…
Sigh. I like to think the cats are snuggling up to me for comfort, but the reality is they are just waiting for me to vacate my seat. Sometimes it’s just as little as standing up to turn on the light, I turn round and there is a cat snuggled into the warm spot and looking as if they have been there for hours.

I am eagerly awaiting a little treat, a heated throw (it’s actually been delivered to my next door neighbours who have now gone away for a few days) - no doubt that will prove equally popular with the cats. It’s definitely a time for candles, wood-burning stoves and lots of blankets. I can’t pronounce hygge but I think that’s what I’m aiming for.
12 October 2020 at 16:47
Anonymous said…
If there is one thing I dislike about house keeping it is cleaning floors I either need to do it a lot more frequent or learn to ignore it or invent something that will do it for me without complaints or requiring any payments. I’m being challenged to learn cable knitting and it has proven illogical. I’m following a pattern and nowhere does it say something about the cable itself is an exercise in finger acrobatic and a knitting session in itself. I’ll have to engage good ol’ YouTube to see if there is any instructions worth perusing.
12 October 2020 at 20:05
Anonymous said…
Lol, I have learned to ignore my floors 😀

I’m imagining Denise sitting on the floor now! I miss having cats. Husband says he is allergic to them. Honestly, it’s only a little bit of sneezing and wheezing. Not much worse than my hayfever and I don’t stop him living next to fields! Most selfish of him, I reckon!!

Ooh, a heated throw. I have one and if I plug myself in and sit on the sofa, that’s me set for the evening. You’ll love it.
Hx
12 October 2020 at 21:29
Denise said…
Olly, I am aiming for hygge, too. I believe it involves hot chocolate as a key element. And I’m glad I’m not the only one who is merely a warming pan for cats. How frustrating that your heated throw has arrived but you can’t have it until your neighbours return! I hope you don’t have to wait too long.

Anonymous, I’ve never tried cable knitting. It’s such an effective look, too, and I really ought to give it a go. Hurrah for YouTube, eh? I hope you find a suitably clear instructional clip to watch and don’t end up in a disagreeable tangle. I didn’t mind the floor cleaning yesterday because it looks so lovely now - but I do have rather flat knees this morning...

H, thankfully we have two sofas, but yes, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been driven to sitting on the floor because all available comfy spots have been cat hijacked! And I do believe that one can become desensitised to cat allergies...and I also believe anti-histamines are VERY useful. Go on, smuggle in a kitten. They’re very tiny and he won’t notice until it is WAY too late...and if he DOES notice you can leap into the air and declare, ‘Good heavens! Where did THAT come from??’
13 October 2020 at 07:31
Anonymous said…
The C3F definitely doesn’t look right... I crack myself up sometimes.
KJ
13 October 2020 at 16:43
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