I know it is cold now, because my cats , who normally spend their days squabbling and competing for favour, are now cuddled together. It is difficult to make out where one cat begins and the other ends. I have rediscovered the joys of typing with gloves on. We are just managing to avoid the snow here, which is one thing to be grateful for. Our local butcher is selling three pheasant for a tenner, so guess what we have for dinner tonight. Using the oven will warm the place up a tad.
Wendell has become a curtain twitcher extraordinaire. I had to remove a plant from the table for fear of him nudging it to get a better view. He growls at any passers by but saves his barks for people who enter our front gate. On that warming note I shall bid adieu.