The weather is looking grey. A slow thaw at all levels. It’s a bugger isn’t it?
Making the best of it is the trick, not giving into turkey and stuffing apathy, trifle and After Eight lethargy.
During the holidays I’m wanting to get to all the places I haven’t managed this year, the Cairngorms, the far North West, my bed for a straight 8 hours…
I won’t manage all that, but it’s nice to have the choice whether to go or not rather than having it made for me by circumstance. As we already know, he’s a bastard.