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The shivering sleepy one has finally emerged from her nest and is thinking vaguely about what should be done with this evening.

It was freezing at work today. When the heating's on downstairs, it confuses the thermostat and switches the heating off upstairs, so people downstairs are fine while the rest of us freeze. It took a couple of hours, snuggled against a very hot radiator under my beloved blankets to finally warm up. And I don't know if it was being cold or being warmed or the blankets but the warming up process made me very sleepy and lazy. Not sure my brain's working well enough to manage any thoughts about Harry Potter still but I might be able to manage to go downstairs and get something to eat. And maybe curl up downstairs with a blanket and a book so as not to give Mum the opportunity to whine that everyone's gone upstairs and left her all on her own. Which she prefers, because she can watch house programmes with no complaining.

(Lotion didn't do so much good. I itch!!!)