I must say I do enjoy this cold weather. As long as you are properly wrapped up it is fine. The one caveat is that our gaff is single glazed and you can really tell the difference. We put new windows in our house a few years back which was a game changer.
This morning the entertainment on offer is a boules tournament on the village green. They had over 160 teams enter last year apaz. Four to a team. Everyone piles into the pub afterwards. We may leave the sport to the younger generation and get to the pub early :). Makes alorra sense to me.
My secret santa prezzie was a shipping forecast tshirt. Map of all the areas. Santa must be a Facebook friend because I’ve occasionally referred to the SF here as an aid to sleep during my recovery from hiphop2. Either that or a regular visitor to philosopherontap. I’m very pleased with the shirt and will wear it today together with my new thick flannel shirt (thank you THG) and my extremely warm Himalayan woolly pulley purchaysed from Black Yak at the Lincoln xmas market a few years ago. My coat is on this occasion my Irish tweed pea jacket, also v warm. Wrap up warm folks.
Our present opening time this year was a very restrained affair. Not the usual frenzy of flying wrapping paper. That happens on Sunday which is when the Davieses converge on their lincoln HQ. I am hoping for a socket set. Been a very good boy all year afaik.
As we were basking in the success of the secret Santa present giving the conversation turned, as oft the case at this time of year to frankincense and myrrh. I hadn’t realised that frankincense was in such short supply. In fact the world is said to be running out of the stuff (not fact checked this but let’s take it as read). On that basis might I suggest that an investment in frankincense stocks (geddit?) might yield good returns. Remember one does have to take a long view on this. These investments can take millenia to mature and this post should not be considered to constitute financial advice for which you should seek the advice of a qualified professional.
So now the cottage is a hive of activity as us occupants prepare to depart for the sport. All except me who is still sat on my arse ritin this. Better go. Ciao amigos.