Party people, it’s so flipping cold in England right now! You know, just in case the pictures of snow didn’t give it away. I was at home alone last night and was very well rugged up against the Arctic chill. I’m talking woolly tights, socks, fleecy pyjamas, a hoodie, and a rug wrapped around me. And it was still chilly. This weather sucks the big kumara.
I made use of my night at home by writing an email to my friend Hugh. He’d emailed me a mere twelve weeks earlier, so I thought that it was high time that I devoted some time and energy to catching up with him. A prince amongst men, he responded straight away by sending me an outstanding photo of his Movember moustache, making me laugh out loud when I opened the attachment on my way to work this morning. When I am President of The Whole World, I will make it a law that all men must participate in Movember. Few things make me laugh more than a good comedy moustache on an otherwise-normal man.
Tristan’s back from Portugal today – hurrah! – and we’ll be able to collect Tui the Wonder Dog from Tina the Wonder Dog Sitter’s house. After four days there, Tui will have gained a few pounds and will spend the entire weekend absolutely exhausted, sleeping off her excesses.
My rock star life continues this weekend: my St Vincent de Paul group has organised a mass for the sick and housebound of our parish, so I will be attending that and then helping with the tea and coffee afterwards. The other thing I must do this weekend is make Christmas cards. I bought the stuff to make Christmas cards two years ago, so it’s probably time that I got around to it. If you would like me to send you a home-made Christmas card, send me a message at exilednzer @ yahoo . co . uk (without the spaces, obviously). Having people waiting for the cards might spur me on to actually make them!