Getting Koselig

At this time of year my catchphrase is cosy.

Actually, scrap that. At any time of year I like being cosy. My default mode of existence is beneath a pile of blankets, peeping out suspiciously at the cold world outside like a slightly myopic hedgehog. And what better excuse for buying and making new blankets than moving to a big, old, drafty Edwardian house?

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