I think my fleece (s) might have to be surgically removed from me at some point. When it’s warm it’s tied round my waist, ready to have my arms inserted if it gets chilly. When I’m asleep it’s on the bed waiting to be put on when I get up if it’s cold or if I sit up in bed to read.
Speculation: Who Will Be In Burnham's Cabinet?
Lest we forget what we have just lost ....
