Hot cinnamon milk

Hot cinnamon milk

Gavin Wren Drinks, Recipes

It’s not even deepest winter, yet there’s a chill breeze whisking it’s way through our creaky, draughty old flat. Last night, the air outside was so crisp and clear that it felt like every noise I made was amplified and the background clattering of London was gently quietened for a change. Our quaint Victorian home has wonky floors, parallelogram shaped window frames and a staircase with uneven height stairs which makes first time visitors stumble when they head up to the loo. The central heating, although noble in intent, does daily battle with the ingress of cold, damp air, a fight which brings to mind the vulgar, but nonetheless highly illustrative phrase ‘like pissing into the wind’. I sometimes feel like I need to wear gloves at my desk, or even a onesie, because despite the high levels of ridiculousness that they embody, they’re supposedly very good at keeping you…