Its cold outside. That nice crisp cold. The type that causes train wheels to spin, or to not even turn up.
It does though and today
I actually felt like radin my book. So for the first time in weeks I pick it out of that new bag and open the pages thinking will I have marked where I got to?
The answer is yes, I’d left a book mark in there.
When I get home I take the twinkling lights down from outside. And then get the step ladders out that are too short. I open the hatch and go in.
The electrics still look good,
and light is still functioning.
I have brief and very chilly look round.
Some time later the boxes are packed.
And the Christmas tree is down.
And back in the loft it goes.
Home, sweet home, and so I relax on the sofa watching Roasanne season 3.
Now where did I leave that tie?????