Global warming? No, it’s me.

As the clock hurtles itself in a suicidal mission towards midnight, the temperature is going out of the day and Hubby will be surfacing shortly, having gone back to bed for a nap thanks to a blazing furnace during the night.
clockUnfortunately he feels the cold more than most, and thus going to bed with me in the winter is always toasty warm as I’m like a hot water bottle that never goes cold. He knows he can snuggle in no matter how cold his hands, backside or feet are and I won’t mind, because it works both ways as he’s cooling me down when I get too hot.

The menopause in a box is working.
These are the anti-oestrogen tablets I am likely to have to take for the next few years, one of the possible side effects being hot flushes. The consultant I saw suggested I took them at night so that I’d flush before morning (makes me sound like a toilet, so glad my initials aren’t WC) and thus not suffer too much during the day.
hot flushThat’s OK to a point as when I went through the menopause (long drawn out process for me), I was like a beacon in the fog showing the way for all shipping vessels up the channel.
In comparison now though, the menopause was a walk in the park.
As I slept merrily on, Hubby had to throw the covers off in the early hours as the heat FOR HIM was tremendous. Sleeping on the edge of the bed he could still feel the waves radiating off me, and I didn’t so much as stir as I dreamt of food and pianos amongst other things.
hot water bottleMuch as we were expecting this, it’s a shame we can’t can or bottle it to save on our fuel bill. I suppose with even colder temperatures to come, this may turn out to be a good thing provided I don’t get the sweats with it too, as then we’d have the problem of damp bedding and would be up in the laundry every day.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Global warming? No, it’s me.

  1. There was one day that I thought I’d combust. I remember standing outside in 15 degree F weather in my nightgown and bare feet trying too cool down. I would have stood naked if I didn’t think the neighbors would be concerned.

  2. OK, best opening line ever: “As the clock hurtles itself in a suicidal mission towards midnight…”

  3. I’m well past menopause, but I’m still way warmer at night than hubby is. It’s a constant battle between turning the heat up for him and opening windows for me. Good thing we sleep in different rooms these days, and that was one of the reasons we made that decision!

  4. scifihammy says:

    I do sympahthise, but you can be thankful you are now in winter with cold temperatures. Try being hot in summer over here! πŸ™‚

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