Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair, now wouldn't it be luvverly?
"Lots of choclates for me to eat,
lots of coal, making lots of heat.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,
Now wouldn't it be luvverly?"
And, that's all done from memory you know. A song from the film My Fair Lady, 40 something years ago. Amazing what's stored away in the back of the brain.
NEway, i think that my new refuge is a bit too luvverly - there were some early visitors yestereday and i missed them! I didn't even know they were there - too busy, being warm. Whoops!
cheers
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