The tele weatherman said it would turn cold last night.
He was right.
Now how come cold is easier to forecast than rain?
Now, hold on to your hats, people, you're about to get a Jen-jump to an entirely different subject.
Years ago my Beloved and I got married. Many people gave us wonderful house-oriented presents like stock pots and towels and platters and towels and sheets and towels, which was wonderful because my Beloved and I both had the 'usual' stuff, but not pretty things.
We were both single bed dwellers. Me, because I always knew that if I allowed my sleeping body to take over the whole of a Queen sized mattress there would never be room to add in a husband one day if I found the right candidate. And him probably because he had a single bed and why would you bother to buy a new bigger bed when you had a perfectly good single one with sheets and blankets and everything?
So a few months before we wed, we went big bed shopping, and had it delivered to my Beloved's house where we would be living once the knot was tied.
Many people gave us sheets and stuff, so that we then had bed clothes for our new bed, which was pretty spectacular because it meant that we'd be able to sleep on it. Neither of us had Queen bed sheets.
But at that time we were living in Central Queensland, and no-one thought to give us flannelette sheets, because you don't need flannelette sheets in a location where you can get married in July and not need long sleeves.
Then we moved here.
It is good to have cuddly flannelette sheets here.
And the weatherman said that the winter was going to come in last night, so I broke out the new flannelette sheets.
I say the new ones, because I've learnt this rule about manchester. You get what you pay for. Don't bother with the cheap ones because if you get one winter out of them, you're doing well.
So two years ago when we were on holidays and went to a factory outlet, I bought a set of Sheridan flannelette sheets to replace the ones we had. Then last year I managed by using the flat sheets out of the two sets of sheets where we'd worn through the fitted sheet.
But for this year, I broke out the Sheridan.
Mmmmm. Thick, smooth and cuddly.
The chance that I'm not going to enjoy my cuddly sheets this winter?
... Approximately None (oh, and sorry to any potential visitors who won't be getting cuddly sheets because, well, we're using them.)
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