Winter

I'm hearing that the winter we've had here is the coldest since 1941 or something. What luck for us. Not that I'm going to whinge again about how perishing cold it is, or was, especially at night; because it's actually warmed up a lot. It's really nice during the day now and not too bad at night neither.

Still Val was saying the other day that in August the westerly winds come in which blow cold air in from the centre of the continent. I expect they'll coincide with James and Jane arriving...

We've been continuing to try to get St Johns Road sorted out for tenancy by proxy, thanks to Mum and James (and Jane) for going over the place. Amazingly the new tenant doesn't want our kick-ass washing machine so Dad is going to store it for us for a while along with some other stuff, thanks to him for that.