Pin-pricks fell in the South East...

Call yourself SNOW?

The meanest, pinniest, pricks of frozen

rain you ever did see.

FAT, fluffy flakes were

requested, nay...

demanded...

and this is what we got...
drizzle...

that's what mean cooks do with cold-pressed extra virgin.

Look... 

I am fully aware that talk of the weather

is the main topic of conversation of old folk;

well, that and their bowel movements. 

However I'm not old... okay?

These are my ten reasons why...

1.  I LIKE snow

2.  I don't repeat myself, you receiving me?

I don't repeat myself.

3.  Haven't donned the BIG pink knicks...yet!

4.  Don't drink Gin and It

5.  Never listen to the Archers: although must confess 

I did when I lived the 'good life' in the Highlands and didn't have a telly.

6.  Still own a pair of fishnet stockings

(alright, I can't do the rubber buttons up on my

sexy suspender belt... due to arthritic frigging thumb)

7. Don't need glasses

(conveniently forgetting I can't hear a flaming thing) 

8.  Love my husband

(Yes, yes...it's only been 4+ years... early days)

9.  Take an interest in politics!?!

10. Think all this navel gazing of yore

is a load of tosh...

Look forward...