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| No. 300: Muesli. |
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| No. 301: Sesame bagel with damson jam. |
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| No. 302: Fruit and Fibre. |
The time of year when my feet turn into blocks of ice is nigh. I don't expect to feel my toes again until April. No matter how many pairs of socks I wear, or how many hot water bottles I tuck under my feet, they remain resolutely glacial for most of the winter. My fingers are generally similarly super-chilled too, which -- this evening -- may well make for a short post, as I am having a great deal of trouble striking the keys that I actually want.
Come winter time, my motivation to do the washing up often has more to do with a desire to feel my fingers again than any house pride.
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