Warm & Cold : Day 19 #100daysofwriting

Your freckled fingers
Wrap around your mug
Warm
Your scattered words
Wrap around my heart
Cold

Only the truth
Your brown eyes promised
Warm
Only you can't
Your freckled mouth lies
Cold

Sneeze Louise! Day 12 #100daysofwriting

I really tend to be warm blooded but this winter is really messing with me. I swing from warm enough to frozen within minutes. When I arrived at work today I was quite warm enough in a sleeveless shirt. Everyone screamed at me and I let them feel my warm hands. Maybe they cursed me because within 20 minutes I was frozen, even with the addition of a cardigan and jacket.

I really pride myself in not getting cold as fast as everyone else. I get quite arrogant. I tell them to breathe deeply and to visualise heat radiating from their stomachs. I claim to be a Viking - we have Swedish ancestry, I have long incisors, I don't get cold.

Now I'm sneezing. My nose feels all tickled and sore. I'm tucked up in bed and ignoring all I'd said I'd do tonight. It is a cold Monday night after all!

I really hope my nose gets its act together, I refuse to be conquered!!!

The Louise bit? Well it rhymes... And it's my second name. Fancy that?

Good night! Keep healthy!

I'm not a nudist... But. #100creativedays Day 99

That title got your attention? Good. I'm getting tired of having to wear winter PJs. I'm tired of winter clothes all together - in fact I'm not sure when winter clothes have ever been my first option. I get strangely over heated and claustrophobic when it comes to coats... Or long sleeves.

Let's look at my family. The Squire tolerates sleeves and coats, but shuns long trousers whenever he can. He cuts a dashing figure, mid winter, in a tailored Melton coat and cargo shorts. Father insists on shoes and socks on the beach. He is a wearer of vests. *shakes head*

Mother! Oh mummy dearest... The June bride with her sleeves pushed up in 90% of her wedding photos... I think we have our genetic link. Rumor has it, and I grab this claim with both paws, that some Nordic blood has trickled into our blood line from our mom's side. I swear that my incisors are longer than average and attribute this to my Viking ancestry. Yup, claiming it.

Summer turns me into a sweaty blob. I've started coming out in hives if I'm in the sun too long (still exploring whether is rather the sunscreen). I'm not sure that summer suits me either. Give me a temperate temperature with a breeze (or plain ventilation in the office) and I'm a content little girl.

xxx

Sloth #100creativedays Day 95

Winter... A time of closed rooms, heaters and disease. I've managed to avoid snotty flu all year. I deal better with stomach pain or dizziness than a sore throat, cough and snot.

Patient Zero... Strut around the office and as our colleagues dropped one by one, I swore my immunity... Alas... As much as I believe that cold weather can't make you sick, the odds of a sore throat are higher when you eat dinner on a balcony in the rain... Damn my sense of adventure.

Looks like my long weekend will not be as productive as planned...

Sleepy catch up #100creativedays Day 44

I didn't write a post last night and feel so weird, almost guilty. The truth is, I have a fancy new phone with a touchscreen keypad and I can't type as quickly or easily on it! My creative process is slowed down while I teach my fat thumbs how to fly across this hyper sensitive keyboard.

How fun is it that I can write such drivel?

I also just needed sleep urgently. Winter in Cape Town pretty much pounces on us - it doesn't gradually get colder, the temperatures plummet and I for one never seem prepared. I spent yesterday freezing my butt off in training, the aircon spreads germs apparently, strange because the cold made my nose run and I feel meh this morning!

I really need to launch myself out of bed now... The day awaits.

xxx