A Good Old Moan

Oh how I hate cold weather!  At times like this my brain turns to mush and I can only think of keeping warm. Snug and cosy under a duvet and a blanket I thought I heard my mother say "Come on Maisie, time to get up". As I woke I distinctly heard myself saying "I'm nice and warm in bed".  Although my mother died in 1983 I still frequently hear her voice in my sleep. Today she would certainly be saying "When the wind is in the east, it's neither good for man nor beast".  To cap it all my LED light has gone for a Burton so I can't read much or do the crossword.

Having got that off my chest I start to think of my blessings.   A nice warm house with sufficient food and clothing.  A bright sunny (though cold) day with no snow.  The pictures of the rest of the U.K. are so awful.  We are lucky to live in the south.  The hill farmers are having a terrible time, just at lambing time and it is said they are not insured against loss.
I am reminded of March 1947 when my wedding day was hit by snow.  I had planned a Spring wedding with a buffet lunch for 30 people but the kind caterer decided we should have roast chicken with all the trimmings.  In a time of many shortages it was like Christmas!