The cold weather really is well and truly starting to kick in. The heating is on every day now, so much so that I clock-watch until it becomes an acceptable time of the day to put it on. I actually count backwards from when I think I’ll go to bed, and work out how many hours I will have it on for! If the number of hours seems too large, I hold off for a bit longer. Meanwhile, I start to lose all feeling in my lower extremities and my lips go a faint hue of blue. Now I know blue is a good colour on me ( I wear a lot of blue), but this is taking it to a whole new level!
I can’t seem to help myself. I am not mean by any stretch of the imagination, especially not with other people, but I seem to be a little bit mean when it comes to myself. I don’t really understand why, but I do remember as a child being aware that my mother was always watching the pennies. She would constantly request that lights be turned off when leaving a room and doors should always be firmly closed to keep the heat in. Old habits die hard I guess!
It still doesn’t occur to me that I work hard and it’s definitely worth just turning the heating on, and being comfortable whatever the cost. What’s really odd is that if I know I have visitors coming, I put the heating on full blast hours before they arrive. Lest they should, for a moment, feel cold.
The solution, or at least the compromise, I reached was to buy myself a Cozee Home heated plush washable throw. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am. What might give you that idea, is the fact that I am about to order a second one!
When I got it, the first thing I did was snuggle up on Saturday afternoon and watch the telly under it. I was toasty and comfortable and the heating wasn’t on! Now that is what I call a result. I’ll be honest, I actually bought it for my Mum coming at Christmas. I don’t want her to feel cold for a second, as she really feels the cold easily (see, my guests really do get more consideration than I give myself). So really it was for her.
I opened it planning to just test it and see how warm it was and whether she would like it etc. Safe to say it has not gone back into the box. In fact, truth be told I am sitting under it as I type this.
The angel plush fabric feels like puppy dogs ears and I will say that it doesn’t get overly hot, which is actually a plus. What it does, rather, is start to gently heat you and the air trapped under it, so that in a matter of moments there is a a warm, cosy sub-climate all of its own under the throw.
It also feels like it is a little warmer wherever it’s in contact with your body. That could just be my imagination, but it is comforting to think that the heat is focused on me. I honestly and genuinely love it. I know Mum will love it too – if I actually let her use it!
Another great point, is that once I unplug the power cord, I can just pop it in the washing machine on a low temperature setting. This makes it even more perfect for mum, as she is the world’s worst for spilling things! I love her dearly, but she knows as well as I do that a portion of nearly everything she eats invariable ends up on or around her.
Also, in terms of the cold weather, I am doing something I have never done before. I have, for the very first time today, decided to slow-cook. I got myself a Cook’s Essentials Pressure Cooker and I have just thrown in a pile of roughly chopped root vegetables, some garlic, parsley veggie sausages, and a touch of seasoning. I’m just letting it cook away whilst I am working and writing this. How good is that?
I genuinely spent all of about 10 minutes chopping and prepping at the most. I threw it all in the Pressure Cooker and have walked away and left it. I am hoping that by the time I finish all of my computer work, dinner will be ready for me.
I also have four or five busy days ahead with early starts and late finishes, so if I can just pop a few bits and pieces in the pot and leave it on low, I can go off to work and come home in the evening with a hearty and filling dinner ready for me. Perfect. I’ll let you know how I get on with it. I’m sure this slow-cooking malarkey is nothing new to many of you but, honestly, it’s a revelation to me.
It hasn’t all been hard work and cold weather of late. I had a chance to meet up with one of my best friends recently. Time spent with ‘besties’ is what I imagine a month at a retreat with a few therapy sessions thrown in must be like. I always feel so much better for it, like someone has pushed the ‘reset’ button.
We met last week with no real plan for what we were going to do and, as fate would have it, we ended up in a wine bar that specialises in wine tasting by the glass. Thank you very much, that will do nicely! I mean, how often are you going to get to drink a glass of wine from a bottle that costs more than £150? Well at the bar we went to, you can do exactly that.
It works by buying credit for a sort of wine credit card. You simply work your way around the room looking at the wines and reading the tasting notes, if you spot one you like the look of, you simply pop your wine ‘credit card’ into the wine dispenser and it deducts the cost for you.
It was so much fun. Myself and my friend Lisa are wine lovers and we had the best time. There were so many wines and grapes and flavours and tastes. It was great to chat through each one and then relax and enjoy them. You don’t have to go for full glasses either, you can have a taster amount, a small glass, or a large glass. We did about four or five tasters and then settled on a couple of full size glasses out of favourites. It was the perfect get-together. We laughed, we talked, we drank wine and we learned a little bit about wine – so we could say it was an ‘educational outing’ (we know we are only fooling ourselves with that one!).
I highly recommend it as an activity for an afternoon or early evening. The place we went to was called Vagabond in Spitalfields Market.
Since we were there after lunch, I remembered that there were cut-price oysters at Wright Brothers on the other side of the market after 3pm. I love oysters, and indeed all seafood. Usually they are a little pricey, but late in the afternoon they are £1 a pop – so a little treat of half a dozen seemed perfectly in order. Check it out sometime. It’s a fun thing to do and the staff, as well as the oysters, are top class!
Well my Pressure Cooker has been on for a few hours now and the hunger is kicking in talking about food and wine, so I’m off to check if my dinner is ready. If only I can manage to extricate myself from the comfort of this heated Cozee Home throw!
Until next time,