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Apr. 10th, 2021 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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noadvertising- April 10th, 2021
I have a cold. Daughter has a cold, too. We are running a sneezing competition, but otherwise we are well. It's because we have slept with the bedroom windows open when it was so cold, as has hubby. But hubby always has two extra blankets, while I prefer to sleep not under but next to the duvet. In the morning I am always thoroughly chilled, but better chilled than sweaty. This love for cool air daughter has inherited from me. No duvet, no extra blanket, but lots of hankies under the pillows. Daughter has an impressive stash of cuddly blankets she does never use in her closet, all gifted to her by her godmother, who must have a blanket fetish. Twice a year I put them into the washing machine. Two times daughter's godmother came for a visit that day. Maybe it is my fault, the freshly washed blankets creating the impression that daughter is in dire need of another even cuddlier one. Since daughter prefers head cold to the warmth of a blanket I could use them for the cat baskets. Namo does not mind pooping on Harry Potter. He is not picky, never has been. The trouble with head cold is that you need nose drops. Since I missed to buy some daughter and I did an inventory of my private apothecary in a box in the bedroom closet. What shall I say? We found three brand new bottles of nose drops. Not all things which wander are lost...
