“it’s freezing in here” I muttered. The two men in my life looked at me, in my woolly jumper, wrapping my arms around my body to further ward off the cold, then looked at each other.. in t-shirts. Then simultaneously, two hands leapt out and clamped onto my forehead.
“Temperature” announced my son, and backed up by himself. And they are right… since then all the tasks and jobs on my to do list came to a crashing standstill, and I have been lurking in bed with my rainbow cosied hot water bottle, or found jumpered and thick socked under the fluffy blankie on the sofa watching drivel. I have the lurgy.
I’m not so bad, but disappointed to be missing fibrefest - I’ve yet to manage to go and it only comes round every couple of years. But this sudden feeling of cold, has lead me to be thinking fondly of winter times just around the corner.
Whenever I am asked what my favourite season is.. I just can’t decide – I always say I like the change. I have a short attention span for these things and like to move on, and of course it is so easy to romanticise and forget the grim aspects. Spring is exciting and full of promise.. and work!, summer – warm days, low bills, barbecues etc …overlooking the work! and the flies…and the window open of a night means you can hear next door’s wannabe band, or the damned cockerel every morning. Worst.. it’s our cockerel…
But now , tucked up with my hot water bottle, jumper wearing, wanting comforting hot food .. such as soup or porridge.. I’m dreaming of winter. I can imagine the early morning frosts, that hold a sparkly excitement, the smell of apples in the store, log fires, mulled wine and evenings to spend on crafts etc. The squeak of the spinning wheel (must oil that), finding the tv again, the rayburn back on.. slow cooked meals.. pickles and chutney making..
Obviously, overlooking the grim side.. like the work! (there is always work), and being blummin cold, and the drafts, and the wet, and realising that the make house warmer plans are no further forward..
Still, with luck, in a week I should be over this, and maybe we shall get a few more barbecue days again before summer is truly out. It’s something to look forward to…