I have just watched the BBC weather forecast. Have you ever noticed how excited the weather people get when extreme (for us) weather is forecast? The weatherman looked positively gleeful when reporting temperatures just above freezing, possible fog, frost and snow in the north. He waved his arms theatrically across the map almost conjuring up a spell of snowy storms. "This year we are finally having a proper winter" he smiled, somewhat maniacally.
I'm not unsympathetic. I love a bit of weather. Unfortunately, though I hate being cold. When I get home, I take my outdoor coat off and put on my indoor jacket. And sometimes a scarf too, until my temperature rises. I also like to have my bed warmed before I get in. And while I would very much like to be the owner of a cashmere hot water bottle warmer, I can't help feeling that only the truly tough can deal with the raw rubbery ridges of a naked HWB.
A few nights ago, I pulled back the covers to put in my HWB and found that John had already put in two HWBs so I ended up with three. Now, who could fail to be delighted by such treasures discovered behind the covers of their bed or the door of their advent calendar on a cold winter's night?