My Cuddle-Puddle

I love this word. Cuddle-Puddle. It makes me think of Indian tribes and pregnant women. Because Indian tribes make a big fuss out of women who have been knocked up, whether planned or unplanned. It doesn't matter, once a woman is with child then she is welcomed into tents where they get to meditate, relax, eat exotic fruit, sleep,, talk to others in their same position. That's one version of a cuddle-puddle. And if it works in India, well I have nothing less than Indian women so I get my own cuddle-puddle. I'm not pregnant, and I'm not planning to be, yet one never knows. So until then I am gathering my own cuddle-puddle, which funnily enough does not consist of meditation but delving the soul completely into music so that's a good second. Exotic fruit... well I buy pineapple, then forget about them until they start getting mouldy, then one evening I'll remember them, work a big appetite only to find they're uneatable. So then I'll work up an appetite for something else, chocolate only to find I've eaten every single thing which has even a micro gram of cocoa on it. So then I turn onto something else (yes it's a pattern so it could qualify as obsessive-compulsive) -Haagen-Dazs' version of Belgian Chocolate ice-cream...... oh so heavenly!!!!!!! and I always have a hidden tub stuck somewhere in the freezer, for those days when i would love to go into an Indian tent. But I just don't have a tent, Indian or not, and tents would probably make me feel claustrophoic so the next best thing is my dear sofa complete with the ice-cream tub, Diet coke, and a smoking parlour.

Back to my cuddle-puddle. Who would I have in there? Well, all my cats, and dogs. And Brigitte and Jess and Yan because they know how to be real friends and their hearts are in the right places. And..... something I thought I would never say, a special someone else whom I have known for a lifetime but only recently got back! Because life has its plusses too. And that's my cuddle-puddle complete.