Let it snow...
The Beast from the East is fast becoming the Beast with the Least if you happen to live in the Home Counties. Everyone I spoke to yesterday had moved on from the anticipated closed schools, the days off work due to blocked roads and not needing an excuse to drink hot chocolate and brandy all day, and were merely suggesting that thicker socks might be enough to get through the Arctic blast. I know that there are some of you lovely readers who will be experiencing the snow at its worst, but down here, the snow we do have isn't even enough to fashion a pair of snowman's snowballs, and the dreams of sledging and disruption are disappearing as quickly as the sprinkling on my lawn. But boy it's cold. Walking with my great friend Mrs P and her Rottweiler Neville yesterday afternoon, I admitted to wearing a pair of leggings under my jeans. This was fine because she also had layered up in the leg region. What I didn't divulge was the two pairs of drawers (my derri