Is Tuesday, and actually rather unbleak. Sun is shining on snowy fields as far as eye can see. Small thaw has been stopped in tracks by freezing temperatures. Am sitting in snug dressing gown plucking up courage to Have Shower. Even with innovation of electric fire blasting through bathroom door, is still daunting prospect. Is sub-zero in there. Ditto the kitchen, where is best not to dawdle as danger of doing impersonation of wife of Lot, except for pillar of salt read block of ice. Watched Christmas Disaster on Coronation Street last night, well okay pre-Christmas disaster. Explosion, mayhem and tram careering off viaduct onto unfortunate and unsuspecting cast members. Was little worried by vision of tram driver plummeting onto poor Molly, (I think). He looked like one of those plastic drivers in a child's toy. Immobile. But I suppose Frozen with Terror. All very exciting. Four funerals and a wedding indeed. How the national psyche loves a Major Disaster.
Am bored now, so will have shower and then perhaps learn a few irregular French verbs. Well, pourqoi pas?
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