Thanks to Shaun Gray for this :)
It was a cold, dark January night. The post-Christmas blues had settled in and everyone was weary through to their core. Louise, unable to sleep due to the excitement of her first big move, was lying in her bed; her hands slowly turning crimson, her lips fading to blue, her feet as numb as a banker's wallet.
As she lay there, slowly turning into a human popsicle, she heard a peculiar sound outside her window. Tentatively she ached across the room to peer out the blind. When suddenly behind her na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na BLANKET MAN!! Warmth like this had not been felt for what seemed an age - since the end of that day we Irish call summer.
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