This old brewery that we live in is cold, properly cold. One winter we had ice on the inside of the window panes, something I half-remembered happening in childhood but had thought I must have imagined until it happened again here, in our bedroom, two years ago. Times like this, I have to stop knitting/crocheting housey stuff and make warm clothes for the twinnage. Actually it's weirdly mild here in the UK here at the moment, but it still manages to be chilly in the house, and I do live in Continue Reading