Can you believe that, love?
We’re into January and haven’t seen a flake of snow. Where have the seasons gone? As kids, we were building igloos and having snowball fights by now.
They say it’s that global warming palaver. Always trying to scare us with some nonsense. If it’s not that it’s AIDS or terrorists.
Sometimes I think you are best off out of the madness, Mol.
Kevin still hasn’t rung. I checked for noise on the telephone and we are still connected, so he’s got no excuse.
My knees are a bit swollen today. That’s probably the cold. Also think I might have mucked up the washing machine setting, as my jumpers and shirts seem a little more stretched than when you used to do it. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.
I’m not in the mood for food today, so I’m just gonna have a toasted teacake for tea.
It’s funny but I can hear you nagging at me. But don’t worry, Mol, love, I’m sure we all have days when we can’t be bothered. Tomorrow I’ll be back to normal.
Night night. All the best, love. X