Cold and white
There's a thick layer of snow outside my window. About three-four inches of snow has settled since last night. I can't say I'm happy about the situation, I didn't move to Victoria for the snow. Or the cold. It's meant to be mild around these parts (note that Victoria is south of London by a few hundred miles, but there is no Gulf Stream), but the outlook has it being sub zero through to Christmas. I can't recall a white Christmas, so that might be novel.
However, if it snows enough, work will be closed down (it's out in the sticks) so at least there's a chance of a Snow Day.
To comfort this turn of events, I have made sausage rolls, banana bread and roast chicken (which in turn created a good slosh or seven of Chicken Stock for Christmas Gravy). I also had the pleasure of listening to the Detroit Lions lose another game to go 0-14. Infamy is within their grasp now.
Edit : Stupid ice. Twisted by ankle and now hobbling around in between applications of frozen sweetcorn.
However, if it snows enough, work will be closed down (it's out in the sticks) so at least there's a chance of a Snow Day.
To comfort this turn of events, I have made sausage rolls, banana bread and roast chicken (which in turn created a good slosh or seven of Chicken Stock for Christmas Gravy). I also had the pleasure of listening to the Detroit Lions lose another game to go 0-14. Infamy is within their grasp now.
Edit : Stupid ice. Twisted by ankle and now hobbling around in between applications of frozen sweetcorn.