Dear Cold Feet,
This is a letter to literal you not metaphorical you. Metaphorical you doesn’t happen so much in my life thankfully- decision making is a skill I am mastering.
Anyhow literal you, I had taken myself off to bed with Omble to feed and sleep but the blocks of ice on the end of my legs, prevented me from entering slumberland. I hate it when you do that to me.
I was so cross with you cold feet, but too tired to go and get some socks on. I did contemplate using the baby as a hot water bottle but one of my followers is a social worker, so I thought better of it.
Anyhow with hindsight you did me a favour cold feet. Thankfully you have prevented me sleeping through going to pick up Oddler from nursery! Ooops I had forgotten I needed to!
Thank heavens I remembered- So for once cold feet I don’t hate you as much as I usually do!