Damp, cold, aching, two more days to go...

Braved it into Shazzaville. Horrid, cold, damp, misty rain. Managed to fall over - so undignified. Hobbled round Sainsbury's. Back home with hot chocolate. Treacle had fab time - he's off to Jim the Fisherman who was on The Weakest Link on Monday.
Cats have got Gale, Gary and Gita looking after them - the Three Gees. Aunty Christine will get a turn but I don't like imposing on her too much. I hope Spanish Air Traffic controllers go on strike whilst we are in Spain so I don't have to come back for at least a month or even longer. Still going back out in January and we may go to Tunisia in between as hubbie's sister has gone there for three months.
Must be mad living in this country but at least Norwich Airport is on the doorstep and warmth is only two plus hours away.