Copious amounts of sweet treats stalking you around the house
Fairy lights and decorations all around
Condensation lining the windows
Cosy knits stolen from my brother, and sniffly noses (and demonic eyes, apparently)
Thick winter-warming soup (be it cup-a-soup or homemade, any fits the bill)
Coming down with another case of the sniffles and feeling considerably sorry for myself, yet again. Belly full o'soup, and exercise off the cards once more - one of the many reasons I can't tolerate illness (excluding the soup part). Sympathy welcome; hope everyone else is lurgy-free and making the most of the run-up to Chrimble. ♥
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