I woke up twice this weekend to peculiarities.
On Saturday morning I woke up at 3am in my bed in a puddle of water. My hand shot to my legs, my first thought being that I had wet myself. At the age of 22, I was very pleased to find that this wasn't the case.
I then felt my back and decided that I must be sweating and noticed that it was only my front half that was wet. Sitting up I found the culprit. My goddamn hot water bottle had leaked all over me.
I took this opportunity to tell my loving other half.
Me - my hot water bottle has leaked all over me.
Him - Oh dear! *rolls over*
I ended up putting a towel on the wet patch and sleeping on that. It wasn't a pleasant experience I can tell you!
On Sunday morning I woke up with my hand hanging out of the bed and I immediately snatched it back under the cover because it was freezing cold. I moved my head on the pillow, which was akin to an ice block and looked around the bedroom bleary eyed whilst other half slept peacefully.
I jumped out of bed and RAN to the back of the bedroom door where my trusty dressing gown hangs and wrapped it around me.
When I got into the kitchen I pulled up the blinds to find snow in the back garden. HOW EXCITING.
I picked up my kitten to show her the snow and she just meowed at me until I gave her her breakfast.
I went back into the bedroom to tell the other half about the snow and noticed that the water in the moisture absorber had frozen over :O Not good.
I watched a good film called The Mist, which is based on a story by Stephen King
I also watched the first episode of Survivors last night. Can be found on the iplayer if you missed it.
