Daydreaming of a different kind.

Wool wool wool
crochet crochet crochet
Where's winter?
I want to sit in a cozy pub, (on low chairs, not those high bastard stools that you need a ladder and gymnastics experience to get onto them), with a large beer. Maybe a stout even. Or a red wine. Yes! Red wine, with the bottle on the table.
And I want to sit and natter to friends and crochet-o-rama into the night.

Of course, when we do get to winter I'll probably be pissed off at the cold, and freeze under a lap rug in my little icy terracehouse.
Ah well. *shrugs*