Things that make me feel cosy. That is the List-de-ma-jour today on Meet me at Mikes. What make's you feel cosy? It seems fairly universally to rotate around bad weather, beds, warm drinks and rugging-up. Have to think outside the square on this one to get something interesting—my attempt is below. Leave me your ideas of cosiness in the comments.
- A good rain jacket, preferably in yellow (as I was just explaining to Rachel a minute ago when she showed us hers), gumboots, woolly gloves and hats and a destination that involves cake.
- A couch, a blanket, silence, time, and lots and lots of books. The only thing I am missing in that equation is time.
- Marshmallows. Bare with me, I am just going to pop and get some now that we are talking about it. Back. I got some fruit tingles too. They don't evoke cosiness, but they were next to the other bag. Marshmallows in cocoa, marshmallows on sticks over a fire. What is this 's'mores' thing I keep reading about? Is it also to do with marshmallows? I would like to make my own marshmallow—it does involve gelatin and a sugar thermometer though, so it will have to wait for one of those days when I get an idea in my head and don't stop until it is done.
- Five a.m. visits from the boy when he has just finished night shift early and I am about to start day shift and there can be cuddly sandwiches with him on one side and Lollii on the other. It has to be cold though, otherwise five minutes later it's all arms thrashing above the covers and shouts of 'It's too hot!'
- Cosy, but not comfortable, is when, while walking through the countryside, say, from Land's End to John O'Groats in the UK, you have to stop and sleep in a field. It may be Saturday night and all the B&B's are full. It may be that there just aren't any. The process is such: find somewhere off the track; hunker down; squish all the pockey plants down and throw away the rocks and stones and bits of wood; inflate the inflatable mattress, roll out the bivvy bag, insert the sleeping bag inside the bivvy bag; put on all your thermal underwear, socks, gloves and hat; make a pillow from your coat; grab Wesley (see him on this bed, in a B&B that really was cosy!) for cuddles; climb in the bivvy bag; pull the cords until all remains is effectively a tiny breathing hole in a body bag. Mmmm, cosy. Wake up in the morning, possibly with slug bits in your hair and maybe this scenario—because I always get caught!
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