Cold Hands – Warm Heart

This was one of Mums favourite sayings. She has always suffered poor circulation, regularly requiring a hot water bottle as a bedtime companion.

This condition unsurprisingly seems to have declined over the years. Within a couple of minutes of being outdoors her hands turn deathly white in colour.

Unfortunately assisting Mum with her gloves has become impossible. She can’t figure out how to slide her fingers into them. After numerous attempts I acknowledged defeat.

So mittens it is now!