My hands were so frozen yesterday when I eventually arrived at the place of toil that I could barely detach them from the handlebars.
Passed my lunch time today at a funeral. Gander getting exceptionally hissy and can only get him to enter the night hut by resorting to the Aged P's umbrella. As she is confined to her bed she has now further use for the umbrella.
Have resorted to burning pine logs. Think that all the geraniums have perished through the coldness.