The weather outside is frightful, but the central heating is so delightful. Since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it….
Actually no, I hate snow. It’s a massive pain in the backside. It’s cold white excrement. Me, I’m dreaming of a grey Christmas. It’s particularly annoying as we are expecting approximately 40 people tomorrow to celebrate the first birthday of our son (although his birthday is actually Monday). As is stands the snow threatens to drastically and dramatically reduce those numbers. We will just have to see what happens.
After a day of frantically tidying the house to ready it for tomorrow, what better way to unwind than with a couple of Whisky Macs? A generous shot of whisky, topped up with an equal amount of Stone’s ginger wine, mixed with lots of ice. That’s the way I have it anyway. It’s a fine drink and a perfect antidote to this weather.
Almost enough to make winter enjoyable.
Centrist. Atlanticist. Dry liberal. Anti-totalitarian. Post-ideological pragmatist. Child of The Enlightenment. Toucan.
Citizen Sane 
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