I have a confession.
I have become cold. Possibly because I don't move around enough - well.... probably. But at night, this summer, I just can't get warm. For the first time ever, I've not only kept the winter duvet layer on, I've actually added another. AND I'm still using my hot water bottle. Not every night, but I went to bed without it the night before last and couldn't sleep for how cold I was. For ages. I was so relieved when Bodhi woke up and climbed in.
I know it's my first year sleeping alone in a bed in many years, so I suppose that explains it, a lot. Big difference, temperature wise. And my house needs insulating. But maybe it's because the Gulf Stream has shifted too? The fearless Olivia seems less inclined to stay in the sea this summer than previous years.
Ach, this post was meant to be a bit more meaningful than it is, but I don't want to get self pitying, so I suppose I'll just leave it at the fact that I'm cold. I'm even cold right now, dammit! Off to do stuff.