My feet are cold!
I am sitting in my study, with the heating on as high as I can bear it, and it is working fine. But my feet are cold. I think there is a draft I cannot locate – except by my feet….
Tomorrow, I will bring in a blanket to wrap round my knees and legs.
I suspect there would be a more profitable way forward if I tracked down the draft. But, try as I will, it eludes me.
Because it is Advent, this inevitably brings me to a quasi-theological reflection; whatever Christmas is, it is elusive, hidden – but it makes a difference. I cannot ignore the draft, and the Christmas event is just as unavoidable. I could hide from it, by blanketing myself. But it will still be there.
I want warm feet.
But more than that, I want to hear the Advent cry “stay awake”