The snow has seen to it that all weekend plans have been cancelled. So instead I'm going to settle down with cosy things and novels.
If only I could find somewhere toasty in which to hide.
In reality, despite my constant posturing to the contrary, I am just a country girl lost in the city and I don't know what to do with this weather and my books without a real live fire.
I've succeeded in making the light in my room cast a soft orange glow round the walls but my fingers and toes are still cold and my cheeks aren't rosy.
It's not the "atmosphere" I'm used to.
I guess I'll just have to depend on the stories and the wine.
(image: Renoir's La Liseuse)
If only I could find somewhere toasty in which to hide.
In reality, despite my constant posturing to the contrary, I am just a country girl lost in the city and I don't know what to do with this weather and my books without a real live fire.
I've succeeded in making the light in my room cast a soft orange glow round the walls but my fingers and toes are still cold and my cheeks aren't rosy.
It's not the "atmosphere" I'm used to.
I guess I'll just have to depend on the stories and the wine.
(image: Renoir's La Liseuse)
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