It's wrong to boast but I am so hot in bed.
I can steam up windows quicker than Jack and Rose on Titanic. I am hotter than a Poptart on white BBQ coals on Venus during an intergalactic heatwave. If my personal thermostat was an amplifier it would be on eleven.
I think I am on the turn.
Let's look at the evidence:
I can no longer wear flannelette pyjamas. They are a garment of torture to me and a thing of the past.
I sweat and pant in bed without the use of any electrical devices.
I open windows at night in February.
My partner has suggested these:
Except I look more like this:
Like most things in my life I fret, catastrophize, Google, fret again then ask for help.
I will let you know how I get on ...
Ring Ring .... "Oh hello can I order 30 tablets of MenoCool Black Cohosh. 30 tables of Sage Leaf. 60 tablets of Femlieve Agnus Castus and 6 litres of Vodka. Yes 6 Litres. You deliver? Marvellous".
Until all that gets delivered thank goodness for Calming Spritzer! I just need to make it in a gallon sized drum and link it up to a bedroom sprinkler ...
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