Cold hands, warm heart

January 23, 2013

Complaining this morning about the Arctic conditions, a friend asked if I had a hot water bottle, because hers provides great comfort through the long, cold nights. I did have one – red and heart shaped, a gift from an ex-girlfriend – but it perished. This is the story of my life.

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