Whilst Mr M's Australian coastline struggles with 45 degrees in the shade, we get the coldest and snowiest winter on record for 18 years! He doesn't believe me when I keep saying 'honestly it isn't normally this cold'! I have purchased a goose feather duvet which I think is the best thing since sliced bread, and he suffocates under - why are men so hot?!?!
We travelled to Essex and Sussex over the weekend and the snow seemed to follow us - it is utterly mesmerising whilst you are driving isn't it, and yesterday we decamped into a very nice pub/restaurant and sat like extras from Miracle on 54th Street as the snow came down. One fish and chips and posh hamburger and apple and blackberry crumble with hot vanilla custard later, we felt able to brave the blizzards whilst Mr M muttered under his breath ' I may be some time' as he wandered outside to smoke a cigarette.
Which reminds me, I need to book that hypnotherapist for him....
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