As I missed a couple of days, I will treat you to a double entry today. I don't know how many people read this. There doesn't seem to be a counter. I could be talking to myself but I dream that I am a cult figure, perhaps whose wisdom is documented in places as remote as Brazil or Papua New Guinea.
It has snowed here which takes me back to childhood. I used to open the curtains to see a blanket of snow and would immediately rush out and stomp about making footprints in the back garden. Sadly, because I slept naked I was often told off by my Dad who would rush outside and tell me to get dressed.
Then after a bowl of Ready Brek we would listen to the local radio to see which schools were shut because of frozen pipes. I went to Washwood Heath and it was always read out last alphabetically so often I would have to leave the house by the time they got to letter T and I would arrive at school only to be sent home by an angry janitor.
I didn't mind though as I could go sledging or throw ice at people