I’ve never been an early bird when it comes to getting out of bed, especially not during the weekends. I’m not all that keen on parting from my pit and whilst I’m well aware that swimming lessons are a necessity, I wasn’t really up for the fifty-minute drive into town today.
After peeling back the curtains and awkwardly adjusting to the bright light like some sort of scorched vampire, I could see that both of our cars were covered in a thick blanket of ice. The freezing temperatures weren’t entirely enticing but never the less, we got ourselves wrapped up warm and after a bite to eat, we steadily made our way to the swimming baths.
The fields were coated in layers of glittering, white, frost which against the early winter sun were aglow. It may have been bitterly cold but my word was it beautiful, it was a view certainly worth ditching my duvet for.
Whilst E practiced swimming for her brick, I defrosted in the hot tub like some sort soft of oversized turkey. Still not hot enough, I shifted to the steam room to thoroughly thaw. I often wish that I had my own hot tub at home but then I spend enough time in the bath as it is!
Once E’s lesson was over we got ourselves clean, dry and dressed then drove to my in-laws for a slap-up Sunday lunch followed by a coffee and a catch-up. It’s a weekly ritual that I look forward to and very much appreciate, especially so on such a cold day.
Having adequately stuffed ourselves, we returned home where I put the heating and upon my little ladies request the fire on. Still wrapped in her cardigan, E cosied herself by the fire where she played with Lego whilst listening to Alexa.
I meanwhile threw a load of laundry on, vacuumed downstairs and then began baking the latest batch of sticky toffee pudding (as our son had requested some time ago).
As the washing machine quietly whirred, the children merrily played, the dog steadily snored on the sofa, the fire gently flickered and the smell of sticky toffee wafted through the house, I was filled with a sudden sense of warmth.
It wasn’t the heat from the fire nor from the central heating which the husband had swiftly and stealthily turned down upon arriving home – it was a feeling of warmth from within, an inner glow lit by the things that I love.
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