It was so cold last night i just couldn't get warm, I snuggled down under my fluffy quilt, daring Andy to move so he wouldn't create a draft.You know the one when a tiny pocket of air gets between you and your quilt and so there you are cold again. Well while watching tv in bed, i had to move. Total horror i was going to get cold so conversation went something like this.....
Me.... I have to get up a minute.
Andy.....Go on then.
Me... I will, but i'll get cold.
Andy....AND !!!!
Me ... so when i move can you get over my side and keep it warm for me....
Andy....Yey right then my side will get cold.
Me.... But if you love me !!!!!you will do it for me.
Andy ...Ok ! and dutifully moves over to my side of the bed, keeps it beautifully warm and then as i slither back in he moves back to his side.
My hubby loves me, he is my hot water bottle and to show how much i love him i then put my feet up against him to a yelp of YOUR FEET ARE BLOODY FREEZING but still he lets me keep them there...... How lucky am i........
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