Hot Water Bottles

My feet got very cold last night. It's a common side effect of being a lensmaster on Squidoo; sitting at the computer into the early hours composing a lens, oblivious to the cold draft (draught to us Brits) curling round your lower extremities. So, action was called for.

Now, I'm a bit old fashioned in that I don't have an electric blanket. I prefer those little bits of rubber that bring so much pleasure. Yes, I have a hot water bottle. In fact, I have three, but my daughter usually appropriates one at bedtime.

As I stood by the kettle, hot water bottle in hand, waiting for the water to heat, I pondered on how it's the little things in life that are comforting. Things like stepping into the shower and feeling the warm water cascade over you; snuggling under freshly laundered bed sheets; feeling chocolate melt on your tongue or taking the first sip of the day of tea or coffee. Hot water bottles are on a par with these things. Imagine, if you will, the pleasure of getting into bed with cold feet, stretching out your legs and feeling your toes come into contact with heat - bliss.

And so it was for me last night. I filled the bottle (I love the glugging sound the water makes as it goes into the bottle), tightened the cap and took it and myself off to bed. Soon my toes were cosy and I cuddled the hot water bottle instead. Feeling the warmth spread through my body, I happily drifted off to sleep.

A simple pleasure that can be repeated all winter long. Nice!