Sitting all alone here I want someone to walk past so I can ask them "Is it cold enough for ya?" and wink.

People ask that in the summer..."Is it hot enough for ya? (wink)"...but not in the winter. Isn't that odd?
I've never really understood that question, and I've never heard anyone say "No actually. I'd welcome a bit more warmth." No one in their right mind wants more warmth in the summer, or more cold in the winter for that matter. So why ask?

If someone did walk past I would offer them a hot chocolate, or perhaps a sage tea if they preferred. We would sit and chat about things that interest us.

Do you like that new song by such-and-such?

Would you like another biscuit?

What are you doing passing through my house?

My dogs would be friendly to them. They know that people who get made hot beverages are approved for entry.
If the person got hungry I would cut them an orange. They're cold and your fingers go numb by the time you're finished, but they're sweet and juicy. They have no pips at all and the person would enjoy it quite a lot.

If they planned to stay for a while I would offer them my dads slippers to wear. They have a hole in the toe, but they're big and you can get quite lost in them.

Then we would get some bed sheets and chairs and build a tent in front of the heater. I would bring in my "Toy Story" colouring book and some sheets of paper and my Connector Pens. I would let them use my colouring book (even though I want to) because they are the guest, and the guest gets what they like. They would colour my favourite page that I was saving for last, but I wouldn't mind because I would like to see them happy. I would draw a sailboat on the water with some clouds and a big sun and some little M shaped birds in the sky. I would sign it and give it to them, even though they coloured my favourite page.

After that, we would go outside with some buckets of water and sit shivering on the ground as our numb fingers mix the water with dirt. The muddy cakes would look spectacular on the concrete. "Just like chocolate cake" the person would say, and I would agree, even though I think they look more like big piles of mud.
As we wash our hands the person would comment about how their fingertips have gone blue, and we would compare our hands and decide that mine were bluer.

As the person settled into my armchair I would make some more sage tea and we would watch Ready, Steady, Cook. "Ooh, yum" The person would say at the things being cooked. "I vote for capsicum!" I would say, and we would laugh, gripping the cups of tea with our blue hands.

Soon the time would come for them to leave and it would be sad. We would stand on my front step and discuss the weather. Then the person would touch my arm and kiss my cheek and say goodbye, leaving their chocolate mud cake splattered in my backyard.