Cold Nights at the Curry house.

We near froze to death last night as we walked across Spon Street to 'Tumeric Gold'. It finely got down to a lovely minus 3 degrees last night and as Katie had pulled the quilt over to her side of the bed, I gave up trying to sleep and made myself a cup of tea. In all fairness to the sexy one, my stomach was not in the best of moods, complimented by two pints of lager and lime, on top of the Curry.
So now my heating is on and I am still finding it hard to warm up!. Will light the fire in the study I think, followed by a few scotchs perhaps?. Well the slow realisation and dawning of true excitement is slowly kicking in, were about to go on Holiday!, the great adventure begins, New Zealand awaits us all, its also their Summer.