When the weather turned cold I made the tremendous mistake of throwing my winter coat over the back of the chair the first day I wore it. The result: I haven't been able to wear it since. There is always an animal (or two) curled up on it, napping contentedly, buffered from the cold draughts. I haven't the heart to displace this hibernatory instinct so I've spent the last six weeks wearing either my ratty old camel hair coat with the shredded lining and the hole under the arm or wrapped in the woolen shawl I bought when I lived in Belgium and used in lieu of a bathrobe since I was travelling light.
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