There is a winter wonderland outside my window, the tree's are absolutely stunning, dressed with thick glistening frost. Against the ice blue sky it is a beautiful picture. My camera battery is charging so I hope to take some photo's before it disappears. I am so glad to be on late shift this week, so the roads have thawed a little before I leave home. It is so cold Titch has to be pushed outside to do what a dog has to do:) She doesn't stay out long at all..lol
It is so cold, comfort food beckons and I am trying hard to stay away from them most of the time. Tea and toast really grabs me at this time of year, it reminds me of childhood. My mother would get the kitchen warmed up of a morning by having the gas stove on with the door open, our school clothes would be on the clothes horse close to the heat. As we got dressed she would make toast, big thick slices spread with dripping (our poor arteries) and a pot of tea. We would huddle round the the stove and relish the tea and toast. One of the happier memories of checkered childhood.
So my relationship with bread has been a long one, I always head for bread when I am cold, low, sad, lonely of just cheesed of with the world. We try not to have bread in the house now, but Ralph brought a loaf home last night and I can hear it calling to me... but I am not cold, low, sad or lonely, maybe a little cheesed of with work but not so bad to dive into the comfort of bread and butter. So I will go and have a bowl of porridge instead, the birds can have the bread.
Keep warm and safe.