I'm one of those people who say "I never get cold"...lies. All I want to do these days, the moment I get in the door, is curl up in my white duvet, coffee in hand, fairy lights on, and book out.
The feeling of getting out of bed is so so terrible, but that just makes the feeling of staying in bed so so incredibly lovely. Also the feeling of having your hands in gloves or beret on head...makes the coldness so worth it for the feeling it gives of getting rid of it. Did that makes sense?
