Here is my Winter Wonderland of Wax, a gentle reminder of what may lie ahead weather-wise in the months to come. Time to stock up on the de-icer and start dreaming of a White Christmas.
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Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Winter Wonderland of Wax
I have really been enjoying banishing the dropping temperatures by putting my fire on in the living room some evenings. It creates such a beautifully cosy atmosphere and makes me feel completely relaxed. Perhaps too relaxed. I failed to notice that the large candle on the hearth was a little close to the source of heat. Not surprisingly the candle responded to the unforgiving flame by melting... but the way in which it melted was quite beautiful. It brought to mind my frozen water fountain from the winter of 2010.
Here is my Winter Wonderland of Wax, a gentle reminder of what may lie ahead weather-wise in the months to come. Time to stock up on the de-icer and start dreaming of a White Christmas.
Here is my Winter Wonderland of Wax, a gentle reminder of what may lie ahead weather-wise in the months to come. Time to stock up on the de-icer and start dreaming of a White Christmas.
Monday, 6 February 2012
Chilblains
The cold weather we are having plays havoc with an oft neglected part of my anatomy - my toes.
That angry red patch on my toe is a chilblain and it itches to the point of pain.
Many years ago my mum told me of a cure for chilblains and despite the fact that I have used it in the past and know that it works, I still avoid resorting to it until the point that I can not suffer a moment longer.
The cure is urine.
Anyone who has been through ante natal care is no stranger to collecting their own urine. For a well hydrated person not suffering from any infection, urine is a fairly innocuous substance. However, in common with most bodily secretions and excretions, it retains the power to revolt and disgust.
When my chilblains took me to that tipping point where desperation outweighs revulsion, it was time to administer the cure.
I tend to put my pelvic muscles to the test and wee directly onto a piece of cotton wool which I then dab onto the affected area. It seems the most efficient way of going about the business.
The relief was instant and the improvement was visible by the following day.
I am wearing my good walking socks now and have bought a pair of hideous but cosy slippers to keep my feet warm and hopefully avoid a recurrence - but should those angry red patches start bothering me again, maybe next time I won't leave it so long before giving my toes their hap-pee ending.
That angry red patch on my toe is a chilblain and it itches to the point of pain.
Many years ago my mum told me of a cure for chilblains and despite the fact that I have used it in the past and know that it works, I still avoid resorting to it until the point that I can not suffer a moment longer.
The cure is urine.
Anyone who has been through ante natal care is no stranger to collecting their own urine. For a well hydrated person not suffering from any infection, urine is a fairly innocuous substance. However, in common with most bodily secretions and excretions, it retains the power to revolt and disgust.
When my chilblains took me to that tipping point where desperation outweighs revulsion, it was time to administer the cure.
I tend to put my pelvic muscles to the test and wee directly onto a piece of cotton wool which I then dab onto the affected area. It seems the most efficient way of going about the business.
The relief was instant and the improvement was visible by the following day.
I am wearing my good walking socks now and have bought a pair of hideous but cosy slippers to keep my feet warm and hopefully avoid a recurrence - but should those angry red patches start bothering me again, maybe next time I won't leave it so long before giving my toes their hap-pee ending.
Monday, 7 November 2011
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