Miss Marple Feels a Chill

In my mind, Miss Marple is sitting in a wing chair by the fire, no doubt wrapped in a wooly cardy and shawl, covered with a lap robe and drinking hot tea.

Perhaps her bed is already warming with a hot water bottle and a feather bed in place.

Like Miss Marple, I am readying myself for a cold winter’s night- the windchill where I live is -17 Fahrenheit.  A cup or two of hot tea is in order and then to bed between flannel sheets and to read a good book.  Currently hubby and I are reading They Came to Baghdad (of course, written by Agatha Christie).

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