Tonight there's a suspicion the temperature will drop to -4?. As I return home just after eight, will hurriedly pan fry yesterdays remaining vegetables for Maximus, and contemplate something exotic for myself such as a fabulous Fish Finger sarnie ( again my invention in the eighties!) and role over to Katies.
I can see 'Saffi' now worshipping the great God that is the table lamp in the Kitchen over the radiator, 'Sox' running around like an idiot, and 'Noodles' on the verge of his first few steps. Diet holding up well, was yawning my head off this morning, god knows why, as I wearily watched the doom laded heavy grey clouds tumble over the horizon, winter is definitely here, time to hibernate.
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