Yesterday, it snowed lightly but steadily all day. Outside, it was a little below freezing. We had three beautiful furry foxes visit, it was delightful to watch them frolic in the snow.
Outside, it looked like a Winter Wonderland. The Munchkin had been out sledging with his friend on Saturday and so most unusually, he was happy to stay indoors yesterday. This meant I entirely missed snow play. I am not at all upset by this!
Best to stay inside and keep cosy, I thought. Mr HenHouse lit the fire early both days. I shudder to think how many gazillions of units of gas we must have used this last week but am so grateful we have the fires, too, as the radiators just sort of take the edge off in an old Victorian house such as ours.
You may have guessed that a certain furry someone was eager to make the most of this.
What have you got to look so grumpy about, Charlie Boy?
Could it be because Vorey has robbed both of the (microwavable) hottie pads?!
Poor Vorey, he's such a tiny cat, he really feels the cold. Charlie has plenty of fur to keep him warm but the hottie battles are still raging today. They've learned it's best to stage a sit-in!
I managed a lot of lovely sewing over the weekend, which I'll show you soon. I had a foray into clothes making with another Colette pattern, and I also decided I must get on with the stepped tile quilt I started ooooh, ages ago. I also whipped up a roast, got to stay fuelled up in this weather. That's my excuse, if I need one!
I'm not sure what I did though, as the Munchkin seemed to find it hysterical? I don't think my cooking is that bad!
Sunday night then, the second best night of the week (after Friday). Time to settle on the squishy sofa, if one can find room between the furry friends, glass of wine, cosy fire, Mr Selfridge on the telly and a spot of sewing. Back to the hexys.
Or not, if the Boss has his way! Stay cosy...