Last night, at approximately 11.38 pm, my hot water bottle passed away from a fatally broken seal. It had been ill for a few weeks, but nothing could prepare me for the shock of having to suffer cold toes. I shall miss my hot water bottle. Despite many years of storage at the back of the wardrobe when I had nice cosy central heating or an electric blanket, my hot water bottle has been with me since I was a child, faithfully travelling with me to Cardiff, Reading and London. In recent months, it has played a crucial part in the prevention of frostbite and subsequent loss of toes which may have occurred except for its valuable work in holding nice hot water.
Hot water bottle, may you rest in peace.
Fare thee well, sweet hot water bottle
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*grieves with you* I'm very sorry for your loss, my dear. 🙂
Her Maj has a little pillow filled with some sort of beads which retain heat. You put it on a radiator for an hour or so before going to bed, and then just use it in the same way as a hot water bottle.
Kate: Thank you for you condolences. They are much appreciated.
Steve: That would require a radiator that gets hot. I thought about buying one you can heat up in the microwave, but that would require having a microwave.
Suw … this is so poignant! I shall agree with Kate and join in your sorrow. It will be alright though, love. You shall somehow find your way, and live again. Trust me, it will be better.
😉
Socks, anyone?
First person I ever heard to use one Suw, sorry for your loss….um er…maybe it's one of those cultural dirrence things.
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