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The wind was high, and it moaned and grumbled among the chimneys, making the bedroom seem all the cozier by contrast. " I asked, fascinated by his description of the evening's program.
The bed itself was an oasis of warmth and comfort, equipped with goose-down quilts, huge fluffy pillows, and Jamie, faithfully putting out British Thermal Units like an electric storage heater. "I mean to light a roaring fire in the kitchen hearth, fry up a dozen eggs in butter, and eat them all, then lay ye down on the hearth rug and roger ye 'til you--is that all right? "'Til ye burst into flame and take me with ye, I suppose," he said, and stooping, swooped me up into his arms and carried me across the darkened threshold.” [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: That sounds like a wonderful way to spend the evening with Jamie! I honestly think it rain the entire day yesterday, not a single moment of no rain.
[ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: Ah, my DH is extremely good at putting out BTUs also. Such a cozy quote, especially in the midst of this brutal winter. -- Swarl - late, but ever-faithful., Tue, January 09 2018, To set the scene - They have spent the night in the cabin thinking that this was the night the Big House was going to burn down. "I dinna much mind if the place bursts into flame by spontaneous combustion, Sassenach, provided I have my supper first." "A cold supper, were you thinking? (NT) -- Lisa W, Tue, January 09 2018, 40 degrees warmer here than this past weekend. I'd really prefer turning up the heat in front of the fire with Jamie though. ;) (NT) -- Diana H, Tue, January 09 2018, QOTD January 8, 2018. -- Swarl, Mon, January 08 2018, The Major was watching Flora Mac Donald now with a proprietary eye, noting with approval the way in which people clustered round her.
We're getting a break this week, but heavy rain predicted for Friday & Saturday, followed by freezing temps. “Not all the time; they’d die.” [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: QOTD. From A BREATH OF SNOW AND ASHES by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 111, "January Twenty-First". From A BREATH OF SNOW AND ASHES by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 54, "Flora Mac Donald's Barbecue". “She has most graciously agreed to speak today,” he told me, rocking back a little on his bootheels. From the terrace, as being the point of highest elevation?
(NT) -- Lady Du Bois, Mon, January 08 2018, QOTD January 7,2018, From WRITTEN IN MY OWN HEART'S BLOOD by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 78, "In The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time". this morning, and right now I am in a coat on my couch with the wood stove cranking out the heat.
I thought I would pull Karen Henry's quotes over to QOTD. “William was lying in the shadow of a big sycamore, but his skin was still warm--it couldn’t help but be, Ian thought, even if he was dead, on a day like this. He’d need to get the bugger onto the horse, but maybe best undress him? But what if he were to take him back toward the British lines, find someone there to take charge of him, get him to a surgeon? Still need to take the coat off, or the man might die of the heat before he got anywhere.
-- Judy L, Thu, January 11 2018, Dear Gang, Here's the letter sent to Diana about her gifts from the Ladies of Lallybroch TM.
She gets hundreds of e-mails everyday, and probably more than that today, but I'll post her reply as soon as it arrives.
We can't tell you what it is, only that you'll find out on your next visit to Culloden House. It will be arranged with the staff and it's something that we know you'll like.Spots flickered and grew thick before his eyes, but not thick enough that he failed to see the expression on her face, Alarm —and warning.[ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: Happy Birthday to Diana!Roads will be icy; the horses' fields will be a mess. Or perhaps near the statue on the lawn, as being more central and allowing the crowd to surround her, thus increasing the chance of everyone hearing her remarks?(NT) -- Diana H, Thu, January 11 2018, Quote of the day for Wednesday, January 10,2018. -- Swarl, Tue, January 09 2018, “I have heard of melting with passion,” I said, gasping slightly, “but this is ridiculous.” He lifted his head from my breast with a faint sticky sound as his cheek came away. ” “I think she’ll have a sunstroke, if you put her out on the lawn in this weather,” I said, tilting my own broad-brimmed straw hat to shade my nose.