OMG

Oh my goodness what a fiasco it is coming to the UK in December. It's so hard to accept that after travelling 3000 miles (not sure of the actual distance, it's something like that) I couldn't make it to a night out with my girlies (5 miles away) and a family reunion (30 miles away) because of the snow. Apparently the UK only bought one bag of grit from Tesco's and it's all used up now. Thus airports are closed, cars are abandoned, and old people (aka my Mum, Aunt and Uncle - combined age 255) are driving about the country with their mobile phones switched off worrying their children witless.

Somebody needs to draw a line (double thickness) under the Dunkirk spirit and the Blitz Mentality, because just like the grit it's all used up. With the exception of my Uncle Ray (see above) who could probably take on all comers after surviving a two day journey in the ice and snow with my Auntie Celia (very confused) and my Mother (sometimes a bit confused). Uncle Ray was in the Navy in the Second World War, and I think he's still got what it takes even though he refuses to own a cell phone.

Meanwhile Andy's in Paris doing whatever it is he does, and failed to notice until he had it pointed out by me (in Milton Keynes) that it was snowing. That must have been a really nice bottle of wine he had last night in that restaurant IN PARIS. Hopefully he will be able to book another hotel room IN PARIS until the airports reopen. And I guess he can go out and have another bottle of wine in that restaurant IN PARIS until that happens.

Heigh ho my glass should be half full but it keeps being half empty, pass the bottle Grandad and let's watch another weather forecast.