Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
A woman for all seasons
As seasons roll by (with every-increasing speed, the older I get), I reflect now and again that I really should make a conscious effort to appreciate the aspects peculiar to each one. If I could choose, I would like it to be late spring/early summer all the time and I would also like not to have to endure the long nights and short days which are an inescapable part of each winter. Try as I might, I have never been able to identify with those of my fellow bloggers who delight so much in the advent of snow. For me, it looks pretty for an hour or so early in the morning and after that it's a major nuisance and I can't wait for it to be gone. I still have vivid memories of the winter of 1963 (ish) when there was snow on the ground all through winter and well into April. Mind you, there was one enormous advantage, as I recall. For weeks there was no sport on Saturday afternoon television as conditions were too bad for anyone to play, so in that era of a choice between BBC and ITV, we were treated to films instead - much more interesting!
An yway, back to the 'Winter Appreciation Society'.
Unfortunately, I think the inauguration of said society may need to be postponed until next year. After all, who in their right mind could possibly feel positive about endless days of grey skies and rain?
No, sorry, I just can't do the Pollyanna thing right now.
I need to emigrate to sunnier climes - and fast!
A cold and frosty morning
X Factor addiction
I must confess to having sneaked more than a few peeks at 'The X-Factor' this year, mainly as a protest, ie NOT watching BBC's 'Strictly Come Dancing' because of their ageist and sexist behaviour in sacking Arlene Phillips and Karen Hardy! However, now that those two annoying brats, commonly known as Jedward have finally been voted off, my interest has waned.
Fortunately, X-Factor did not affect me to this extent.
Note to self: Make a conscious effort not to watch rubbish.
I obviously had a lucky escape.
Fortunately, X-Factor did not affect me to this extent.
Note to self: Make a conscious effort not to watch rubbish.
I obviously had a lucky escape.
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