… by Enoch Powell singing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”. And if ever his dreams were to come true it was today as we have indeed had a White Christmas. And no wonder I didn’t really want to get out of bed.<\/p>\n
And when I did get out of bed eventually – well I’ve done nothing at all today. Nothing at all. In fact the most strenuous thing that I have done is to make a butty for lunch.<\/p>\n
So why no tea? I hear you ask. That’s because I froze to death making my lunch and when I went downstairs at 21:00 to make tea it was -6.5\u00b0C IN THE VERANDAH – and -10.2\u00b0C outside. And I was not going to hang around in those conditions. <\/p>\n
I came back up here and nibbled on a few things, played my Christmas CDs, and watched my Christmas DVDs<\/p>\n
But I did have a phone call from a friend of mine. He went out to a party last night and then spent three hours digging himself out of the ditch he had slid into on the way home.
“What? After all those years and all that experience you have had driving on ice?”
“Yes, but as it wasn’t so bad I suppose I was over-confident. Feeling a little cocky I suppose”
“Well you shouldn’t be doing that while you are driving. And anyway it will make you go blind”<\/p>\n
