Snuggle

It's perishing! 2C and a stiff wind off the Pyrenees. When I got up this morning it was 13C in the living room. I have been getting through firewood at a rate of knots, and I decided a furry blanket was a good addition when even with the fire blazing I wasn't warm enough. Mystère agreed, so he made an easy blipportunity when it was 10:30 pm and I still didn't have a blip.

Book group this evening -- we talked about Damon Galgut's The Promise which we all enjoyed, while puzzling over the fact that none of us had ever heard of him till he won the Booker in 2021. He'd been shortlisted twice previously.

Soundtrack: nearly bedtime so here's a little lullaby from Ólafur Arnalds.