Yesterday evening I felt quite chilly and put on sweater only to remove it a few minutes later because I thought I was about to burst into flames. I am quite used to this now, it comes and goes. Bob is always bemused by it! Still.
At bedtime my feet were freezing but the rest of me was cooking. So bed socks on and very little else, with windows and door open to get as much air through as possible and a gentle reminder to B that the fan really does need to come out of the loft so that I can keep it trained on me through the night. (he says the noise will keep him awake - oh please - once he is asleep I could jump and down on the bed and not disturb him).
Bob - "don't understand how your temperature changes so quickly so often"
Me - "well I keep you guessing don't I, you never know what's next"
Bob - "it's a bit like living with a box of chocolates".
Well I've been compared to worse things.
Apologies to Forrest Gump!
A turn for the worse.
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