So, there I am, flushing and sweating so much that I am a one woman answer to world drought, or in the case of extreme cold weather, a cost effective alternative to ice-gritting machines.
And what does he buy me for Christmas?
The fluffiest, cosiest dressing gown ever!
He's either a hitherto unknown sadist or, well, just your normal everyday dumb bloke. Bless him. x