I stepped into the living room a few minutes ago and laughed a little at this scene, because it’s pretty much the entirety of my Sunday. I haven’t left my turtle pyjamas, eating clementines and finishing my book and following review. Breakfast was french bread and Gouda cheese with coffee. Dinner is Stuart’s superb apple celery soup and olive-oil-and-garlic brushed croutons. My brother and Ozzie spent the first half of the day with us, lazying about and listening to me complain about Dowd. And even though it was glorious outside from the window next to Stuart’s armchair (which he graciously lets me curl up in to read, well, all the time), I didn’t want to be anywhere else but next to a book, a coke, and a pile of growing clementine peels. Viva winter!