I dressed up like a baglady, it was so cold. I am wearing 4 jumpers in this pic, no kidding.
I realised I had to put in place a winter warmth strategy. Comforting soups and casseroles? Hot water bottles? Wooly hats? Thermal underwear? Thick socks?
NO! Instead I bought this. Obvious, really. Nothing better than a silk scarf to keep out the cold.
Study this pic carefully. Do you see the tiny rip in the sofa cover? I know, it's hard to spot.
With all the cold I am dreaming of summer and this.
And I have been trying out this, very woody and exotic, love it.
|Tom Ford, Bois Marocain|
I am going to be Talitha Getty in Marrakesh, but without the youth, good looks, money and the sad ending. Or indeed Marrakesh. I expect we will go to Bournemouth.
The best exotic North African perfume I have tried is this. Divine. What about you? Tell me your perfume secrets!
Last night we finished watching Series 5 of this.
What a ride! And I now know the French for a "grass" which I am sure will come in useful.
That is what my sweet husband gave me for Valentine's Day.
This is what I gave him. That man is a saint to put up with me.
In my defence it does look just like Monty Dog.
And that, as they say, is that. Or this?