New fleece

Keith has been busy this week, out and about in the freezing cold snow and ice but his favourite fleecy jacket has sadly come to the end of its useful life so, during my shopping expedition this morning, I managed to find a new one.
Apart from the fact that it hasn't got as many pockets as he would like, (What is it with men and pockets?) he is very happy with it, especially as this one has a hood.
"I'll be as warm as toast driving around in this," he said.
Maybe not for long, though!

Global Warming - the ultimate evidence

For those of you who are worried about the threat of global warming, look no further for definitive evidence than here.


Cute, isn't he?

The Case of the Missing Locksmith

Yesterday and today I have had the strong feeling that Keith and I might be about to have a similar experience to this Scottish lady and her husband. Yesterday, the roads up here were like ice rinks and traffic accordingly suffered a much higher than usual number of breakdowns. Keith set off at 9am to Rhyl to do a repair which proved to be very complicated and took far longer than expected. In fact, he hadn't finished before it began to get dark, so he decided to stop and go back today. However, true to Sod's Law, the van refused to start, so he called the AA, who told him it would be SIX HOURS before anyone could come out to him. Fortunately, they eventually sent someone within two hours and once again Sod's Law was in operation because  the mechanic had barely laid a hand on it before the old crate started.
But at least it meant that he got home in time for Coronation Street. (He was SO pleased about that!)
Today, off he went again, this time to Capel Curig, with the aim of returning to Rhyl on the way back. OK so far, except that he spent about two hours on the way back from Capel Curig sitting in stationary traffic so  again it was too dark to finish yesterday's job and he decided to come straight home.
By now, of course, the promised snowfall had started and he has been sitting in his van on the A550 near Caergwrle, going nowhere as the road is blocked by - guess what? SNOW!
Shall I ever see him again? That is the question...

The Wedding

Here are a couple of photos of Elder Daughter, Kathy getting married to Mr Shakespeare (yes, honestly!) on New Year's Eve.

Misery!

The road and pavements outside are like a skating rink and show no sign of improving.
"If we ever move," I said to Keith today, "We are going to a house on a main road so that there will be some remote chance of the road outside being gritted in weather like this!"
But that's not the main problem, no the main problem is that, since Wednesday, I have been feeling increasingly 'not well' and miserable. It's probably the mysterious 'Christmas bug' which afflicts people at this time of year, one of those indeterminate, unidentified germs that waft about looking for likely victims. Suffice it to say, eating has been a non-event and so has drinking except for boiled water and the occasional cup of tea.
It's now the fifth day of feeling like something the cat dragged in and I'm fast losing patience.
New year, huh? Forget it, I'm off to hibernate until Easter at least.

It's an honour!

Ladies and gentlemen, my heartfelt thanks go to Yorkshire Pudding for the inestimable honour he has bestowed upon my humble self, namely his Laughing Horse Blog Award. (Pause for hysterical laughter intermixed with sincere, emotional tears and much waving of arms.)
Mind you, my performance did lose its impact somewhat, happening, as it did, here in my living room with only Keith and Paddy as audience, so next time, I hope to be invited to whatever posh place in that there Yorkshire the ceremony occurs.
 I might even wear me tiara!
Diolch yn fawr iawn!

Suprise, surprise!

Today was the first for a while where the sky was bright with a hint of sunshine even and the ice and snow had completely disappeared. A good chance for a proper long walk with Paddy, I thought as I got up, but by the time I had got donwstairs, the ominous signs of a migraine were apparent.
I did drag myself out at midday for a short walk and then gave in and went off to bed for a couple of hours this afternoon.
The phone rang and I answered it groggily.
"Hi Mum," said Kathy, "Just wanted to tell you, Mark and I got married this morning."
To be fair, the idea had been mooted recently, as they had been considering it for various reasons but I hadn't expected it to be quite so soon. Still, it's their choice and I'm fine with that and wish them every happiness.
And  let's face it, it's good to hear of a happy event at the end of what has been quite a traumatic year for the family. Here's hoping it paves the way for a much better year ahead.
Meanwhile, a Happy New Year to everyone visiting here.