I'm sitting in the living room listening to our eclectic mix of holiday music, freezing. The heat's on, but it's bloody cold today and our front door leaks. It's an old house, you know, and I've put a rolled up blanket on the floor to block some of the cold air, but what I really need—and really want—is one of these. Well, maybe not that ornate. Seems a bit over the top. A simple tapestry on a swinging rod would do just fine.
Anyway, not much to write today. Just got over a migraine. They're not lasting three days like they have for so many years; now they pass in about half the time and they're not as severe. Anyway, that's it for me today.
5 comments:
Would that be fish 'n' chips? (salivating). Pass the Corona. :)
I encountered these draft catchers for the first time at a Dutch friend's home back in DC. Here in Vienna, many coffeehouses keep their patrons toasty warm with heavy woollen curtains, often hanging from brass curtain roads.
@Jayne: Yes, fish and chips. And they were nom.
@Merisi: That's exactly what I'd like for our front door. Or perhaps to have someone rehang the door. That might be the rlogical fix.
Any other dish, served on newspaper: "Serve it on newspaper? What are you, nuts?!"
Fish-n-chips, not served on newspaper: "Hey, where's the newspaper? You're supposed to serve it on newspaper!"
So right, Jaq!
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