Baby it's cold outside

Evening all,

funny thing, snow.

It acts as a barometer for age, the older you get, the less one seems to like it.

The snowballs and snowmen of innocent youth give way to sledging and snowdays from school in adolescence,

then onto the difficulties of travail and traversing it as an adult, at best an impediment to progress to work, at worst traffic jams, skids, clearing of paths and the cracking of pipes, and the walks to get somewhere you don't want to go,

then finally the indignity of the older age, the placing of the feet slowly, the fall that's no longer funny , the extra layers against the cold to keep the bills down and the reliance on public transport and family to get about, ,and of whom neither come with enough regularity or good grace..

Cheered me up that has....

night all



Dean Martin