Cold -- Pippin

[rabidsamfan]

I think I've forgotten what it means to feel warm, to sprawl beside a comfy fire in a well-built room that hasn't any drafts while I wait for the kettle to whistle and toast muffins. All I've done lately is crouch by a tiny excuse for a fire with the wind's doing its best to climb up my britches and down the back of my shirt and up my sleeves while my hands crack with chilblains, and all for the sake of a breakfast of porridge and tea that's only lukewarm half the time.

But at least it's an adventure!