Sloth, under a blanket

We always had crochet blankets in the house when I was a child. When we wanted a nap on the sofa, or we were poorly out would come the crochet blanket. My nan produced them by the truck load. She does not anymore as she has dementia but they always remind me of her.

I am not sure who made this blanket, my mom, my nan?

It has sat at the bottom of a drawer for ever. One of the children recently found it and my son likes to lie on the sofa with it. It makes me feel quite soppy.

The ability to rest is a good one. I spend my life going at 100 miles an hour. For the next hour I am going to lie on the sofa under this blanket and have a break (no kit-kat) I am on a diet.