Brrrrr. Unless you've just blown in from Siberia, you'll have noticed it's been a bit chilly here in Sydney. A couple of nights ago I spent a good half an hour searching for my trusty hot water bottle. When I finally found my beloved bottle, I discovered she had succumed to age and her rubber had rotted! In a panic I put in an emergency request for a new one which was delivered by The Good Husband when he returned from work. As I lay there waiting with my ice-block feet and icicle knees, I wondered if there was indeed such a thing as a recycleable bottle to warm the body ...
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