Warm feet, warm heart

As previously mentioned I have struggled with the cold. Our lovely flat has a warm side and cold side. The front of the house gets a great amount of sunlight and is just generally warmer. The back side of the house…well, let’s just say it is a bit more on the Antarctic side.

The kitchen has three strikes against it--a wooden floor, no sunlight and no radiator. Cooking an evening meal is fine as the cooker is on to warm things up a bit, but just nipping in to make a bowl of cereal in the morning feels like walking on an iceberg.

I needed warmer slippers. I had some from last winter (jokingly called my heat-be-gone booties after an episode of that hilarious British comedy Black Books) but they were worn out and every time I walked anywhere the padding would come out of the hole in the sole.

It was time for new ones. Bit also, critically, ones with a rubber sole. (Not a Rubber Soul!)

 

I found just what I was looking for in B&M Bargains. For £4.99 I could have warm, cheerful and festive feet. When we got to the till they rang up as £2.99 so it was an even sweeter deal.

I put them on the moment we got home and they are soooooo comfy and warm that I refuse to take them off. Even for the photo for the blog.

They also have these decorative but slightly impractical  testicles on the back.

 Edited to add: last night one of my decorative testicles fell off so like Hitler it only has one ball!

 

 

But they are super warm and comfy. Right now they have quite a lot of bounce in them--it is a bit like walking on a bouncy castle. 

I also like that they are covered in Christmas puddings! I have never actually eaten one (they are a steamed pudding made from fruits soaked in booze and stuck together with suet, treacle and eggs)  but they are a staple of the Victorian era and was lovingly describes by Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol.

"Mrs Cratchit left the room alone -- too nervous to bear witnesses -- to take the pudding up and bring it in... Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper which smells like a washing-day. That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered -- flushed, but smiling proudly -- with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quarter of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top."

 To paraphrase the words of Tiny Tim, “God bless us(with warm feet), everyone.”