29 September. A lit fire to welcome you home. A made bed. And not by me. Bliss. I am grateful to be so looked after. And spoilt. I’m never leaving.
I am grateful for new discoveries. I suffer from mild claustrophobia, which manifests itself mostly in my preference for aisle seats in the movies, and for the need to spread my toes. Often. And the inability to wear bed socks or even closed fluffy slippers. Which usually means I have cold feet. Until my most successful online purchase … I love and am so grateful for my only wear at home sock boots things. So not me but so me.