I have the wonderful task of venturing out in the snow. Forget an amby-pamby flurry... it’s pelting down. After three hours, my back’s hurting, my feet are iced over, and I may even have icycles hanging from my nostrils... who nose *groan*... I can no longer feel it.
Later, whilst wrapping the piles of presents with Glen... my back’s as stiff as an ironging board and I’m feeling tired and irritable. Give me a takeaway and a biscuit and I'm happy.
