Most Invigorating

No I didn't venture outside instead I laid some insulating fur in the loft:) And very pleasant it was too...
Looked like a twat in skirt and hat but so determined was I to keep the cold out of the kitchen and bedroom, that I HAD to have a go.

The roll of insulation was fat, furry and brown and rather kind of sweet so sweet in fact that I wondered what else I could use it for...Make a hat? Make a bed for the cat? Or even make birdie nests?

I soldiered on only hitting my head once, picked up two splinters though by the water tank and joyously discovered two large handbags in a box:)

Squatting was a bit of a problem but my legs held together well considering how long I was up there. It isn't done expertly of course, how could it be, but at least it affords a little protection from Mr Frost.
Cobwebs hung like faded ghostly necklaces, no spiders I'm pleased to say, but I did speak to the wasp's nest hanging like a gnarled and grizzly wart....just in case any were still alive.

I won't allow people to view the loft. However much they pinch my chilblaines. The fur is down and down it will stay:)

Now sweet coffee and a jaffa cake.

Mr Shackleton. Quite mad. Insanely brave.

Mrs Shakleton I'm not.

~Ok that's enough snow for now...The north copped it now we southern softies are staring in disbelief;) Watched some news and saw sledges of a northern make being dragged by robust sorts but I dare say if snow continues down here in the balmy tropics, tv pics will show laughing herberts on Wimbledon common chucking frozen missiles at each other. Aaaaah!

So predictable.

What would make chilling viewing would be old dears in old hats blowing their fingers to prevent death.
But we don't want to see real life, we want to see glowing teeth and hear raucous laughter as yet another arse dents the snow.

I wouldn't mind so much if I had Shakleton's heart, but that's buried on the island of South Georgia with the rest of him. Ernest wouldn't cry over chilblained toes, they'd be snapped off and fried before you could say ouch:)

Talking of my hero....

Just did an expedition to the bird feeders and what thanks did I get...Just a couple of manky pigeons stuck to the aerial.
But oh their brave hearts. Respect.

My large bird table had toppled over but after a quick kick and scrape it was erect again. Iced over water butt and frozen bird bath all lending silence to the blitzed scene. After refilling the bird feeders I stood for a sec looking at the baby apple tree, yes of course I felt sorry for it, out there, it's juvenile roots buried and its long spindly arms reaching skywards and fencewards, nothing I can do for it all I hope is that the bark I laid down recently helps in some way. Everything to me has feelings.


~As I sip more coffee (run out of tea and toes too purple to press gas pedal to shop) I'm deliberating over sausages...
Whether 'tis wiser to wait for a bake or lean over the gas ring shoving them about a bit in the pan.
Hmm.
Bake I think.

~Annywaaay...I'll mix up some barbequed beans and smash some mash so a real winter warmer for our first snow fun day:(
God I hate this weather.
Makes me long for pine trees and sand in my belly button.

"I've been working at a traveling job for going on two years now. Nothing international yet, but I've been to the four corners of the US and everywhere in between. I fell wild, crazy in love and didn't hardly write the whole time; my love took everything from me, part and parcel, and ran off with another man. I'm sure it's good fodder but I don't know what to do with it. Now I move from city to city carrying only a suitcase and an empty heart. I'm essentially lost. No need to add this to your comments; I just wanted to keep in touch. If the mood strikes you, drop me a note sometime. "

This was sent to me by an old chum, he's a writer you know...No need to add this to my comments? Writing doesn't get any better than when we bleed.

Oh Just Today....

The live web chat went better than I expected.
There were ten of us answering questions and exchanging, often funny views, about the BBC's weather website.
I, of course, had a field day.

It went something along the lines of "Click on picture A, do you think it's clear and concise?" So we all put our two pennorth in, it's funny how, like at a school disco, everyone was well mannered and a little hesitant at first, but once the first person got rolling, the others followed.
Jokes flew regarding the vagaries of the British weather and tittle tattle rattled regarding wind chill and picture galleries. So unwanted by all and sundry.
We all agreed that weather symbols were easy on the eye but no-one agreed with me on my tinkling music for sudden snowfall:)

It was a good experience and one I'd like to enjoy again.

Cooking tonight:
Aubergine and Lentil Sauce
Spaghetti
Double Gloucester cheese.
Poppy seed soda rolls

Very much doubt Mr H. will be in the mood for pud, probably be home too late for that, due to Crowe and his minions.
But tomorrow is another cold day and I'll be off somewhere, no doubt ducking and diving for my pleasure:)

Mustn't forget to record Panorama tonight, it's about the alleged dodgy dealings surrounding FIFA officials. These true and upright guys have the say in whether or not England will host the 2018 World Cup. Should be worth a watch.

I've got chilblains:(
Need to invest in thicker socks.

And on that soppy note I must fly..........

"The capital is locked down this morning across the board"
Bob Crowe.

It's amazing what turns some people on.

Xtraordinary Factor.

Cher. So predictable. Legs and ribbons. I must be getting old.
Katie. Gorgeous, talented, ballsy, little madam, junior luvvie, eyes to die for, an artist.
Wagner. Hot in a suit. Big tum not a problem. Smile hiding hurt?
One Direction. Goo.
Mary. No soul. And no soul earns her nil points from me. Songsters should spit pain and/or love. Aren't they the same?
Rebecca. Incredible recording voice. But no stage presence.
Matt. Made me cry.

Beef casserole today.
Chunks of beef braised very slowly in a herb enriched stock, with carrot, swede, onion, potato and leek. Then, when it's all but done..... dropped on top....dumplings.
To end....A Queen of Puddings, a soft sweet custard smothered in raspberry jam then crowned with meringue...

Now I must fly........................

Didn't want to leave the sheets this morning. Absolutely zonked from all the hoo ha of yesterday. But the old lovely was cooking dad an omelette when I phoned this morning so.........

A bit of silly news...On Monday I'm taking part in a BBC net chat with 11 other people, should be a hoot, providing the moderator has a sense of humour;)

We'll be asked questions about the BBC's weather site.....
"More animation I think Sweetie".

I'm getting paid for my presence and will endeavour to uphold the BBC vision to inform, educate and entertain!