Morning, Dave; morning, all. Looks dark. Can't tell more than that. Seb is downstairs trying to get the attention of one of our cats. Good luck to him - he doesn't feed them.
Morning all, a very hard frost last night and the fog is still hanging around. I have just watched a robin skating on one of Mme's watering trays. We have many birds come to the garden for the feed we put out for them. Sometimes it looks like Heathrow out there with some form of stacking system operating.
In his later years my dad's eagerness to organise everyone else, regardless of whether or not they had better ideas, meant we used to call him Foggy...in a nice sort of way of course!
There's a village not far from us known locally as Foggie. It's real name is Aberchirder - the pronunciation of which causes much head scratching amongst visitors, so locals fell back on the original Gaelic name foidhlòn - meaning peaty meadow - pronounced Foggieloan. Presumably that was still too much of a mouthful, so they dropped the 'loan' bit...
The meteo for here tells me that it is 4°C and sunny. The fact is that it is -4°C and foggy with not a glimpse of the sun all day. This tells me as I move my matchsticks around that they are 8°C out. Snow showers are forecast for the morning, so should I expect a blizzard or go in search of the shorts and clean hankie to knot and cover my head?
Good morning all from a cold and wet Weston-super-Mare! Have a good day, very good luckj to your Golden Boys and a very happy new year to you all!
Morning all. Frost is melting, but it is grey and not an outdoor sort of day. Snow showers that were forecast have not arrived as yet. Son-in-law is having his birthday celebration today, as he will be heading back to Belgium tomorrow, the actual day. So no lunch time football for me.
http://archive.is/PIXaH Not a pleasant read about rising rail fares - up 43% since 2010. Hmm, let me think - what happened that year? If this is indicative of the impact of a 'free market', I dread to think how privatisation of the NHS will affect lives in England.
Morning all, cold again but we did see a bit of the sun for an hour earlier. Just had a visit from a thick Frenchman who wanted me to join up with the FN. I pointed out to him that as I was English I would have no say in who would be the next President, and in any case Mme le Pen would not get any support from me. Having failed to extract any money from me for the fighting fund, he still insisted in giving me the literature just in case I changed my mind. More paper to light the fire with.