Why is it that in the run up to Christmas, we have more social outings than in the other 50-odd weeks all put together? At least it takes your mind off all that constant darkness and cold weather. Today, it's thick freezing fog. Poor Woody will have to wait for his morning walk.
Saturday night, we had cottage pie at the neighbours. Went down deliciously well at a time of the year when you have too much rich food. Sunday night was couscous at the rugby club. They'd just won an important match, so to put it mildly, it was loud! I now desperately need a quiet week to get over that one weekend. I remember the time I used to go to work after three hours sleep and not even feel it. Those days are now a distant memory. I'm old!