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Apparently it was minus 10 last night!
This morning it took me at least five minutes of heavy chopping to break the icy on the water butts and Pat and Joanne, out for their morning dog walk, said it hadn't felt this cold since the last terrible winter of 1982!
The birds are doing ok. The extra feed I had "hidden " away in their hen houses last night has given most of them a head start with the cold and only the more delicate Ghost hens are feeling the pressure this morning. Joanne kindly left a small pressie of bread and scraps out for me, and I fed the ghosts with the treats inside their coop to get them going.
We left a throw out on the patio last night and it was hard as concrete this morning.....I stood the whole thing up against the wall as if it was a sheet of glass.
Yesterday afternoon Chris and Janet went to see the Live broadcast of the Bolshoi's Nutcracker down at The Scala. I managed to make it down to see the second act but I wasn't really impressed with what I thought was a rather "safe" production....sure the corps de ballet was stunningly precise..but the male lead had a bouffant 1980's mullet and the principle ballerina had buck teeth....so some of the magic of fantasy of Christmas was lost on me!
Now dont fret readers.....even with the social washout that was the weekend...I have pulled myself up by my thermal underpants and got into the Christmas spirit. I delivered Auntie Glads pressie ( to those that dont know "Auntie Glad is a bit of a village celebrity who has been on the flower show and Village welfare committees or over 58 years- a diminutive and white haired 90 year old she remains a powerhouse in village affairs and is loved and respected by all) Anyhow, she had baked me a huge box of home made mince pies and scones for us, which I will add to the food parcles we are taking up to my brother's house on Christmas day.
I have dropped some more Christmas cards off , then called in with some spare scones and home made picked onions to Mrs Hopkins ( remember the lady who had knitted me my mittens?) she had been out feeding the birds in her garden and had fallen, breaking her ankle badly....
another casualty of this freezing weather!
Mind you, not everything has come to a standstill (unlike the post, which has not turned up for two days)...Gentleman farmer and Islwyn from the village, has taken a leaf from David Cameron's teachings on the "big society" and got off their arses to clear the lane of ice.........we will never see a council gritter on these minor roads
Right, I have now drank two hot cups of coffee and feel a little more human. I will curb the urge to stay in the warmth to watch the John Wayne epic The Magnificent Showman, which has a morning showing on BBC2....the dogs need a walk and the birds need more feed collecting!
I will leave you a cartoon for Tracey.....it's the kind of thing she likes!
