Unlike some of my fellow bloggers, this is definitely not my favourite time of year. I dislike the long, dark evenings more with every year that passes and snowy, icy days seem to mean that everyday routines take longer and require more effort. Ploughing round the snowy field and valley with Paddy for our morning constitutional uses extra muscles, which of course, is probably a benefit and he seems to love it, but it takes just that little bit more effort to get out there in the first place.
On the bright side, the shortest day has come and gone, which means that we are now on the way to Spring. Agreed, we are taking the scenic route; it isn't going to happen overnight and we could have a few more bad weather episodes to get through first but, it's getting closer...
There are times, though, when I wonder if maybe the bears get it right. Hibernation could be the way!
Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them... -
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