With the nights drawing in and the temperatures dropping, my evenings have slowly morphed into hours of much reduced activity by the roaring fire, preferably in comfy slippers and with a hot beverage at arm’s length.
I think I may have caught the hibernation bug.
Beware, it’s spreading.
To help you through, I’ve compiled a list of main symptoms and suggested remedies:
Cravings for hearty food fill up most of the infected subject’s waking hours. Taste buds can only handle robust ingredients and earthy flavours.
Your nose can no longer bear light florals and fresh citruses. Instead, your nostrils dream of warming honey, incense and tobacco.
Your sense of touch is frail and you cannot get anywhere near cold and hard materials. Only soft and warm will appease you.
Your brains have turned into mush after too many hours of appalling television.
These suggested remedies are working wonders for me.
I can now happily live with my symptoms, by the roaring fire, in comfy slippers and with a hot beverage at arm’s length.