… with a traditionally British complaint about the weather in my part of the world. Horribly cold, horribly rainy, horribly horrible. Yep. Still compared to this freezing rain business over in Michigan my poor brother has endured, not to mention that lake effect snow storm, I may just have to scald my fingers through another cup of tea and count my blessings (which include a new fan-heater! ^^ )
A very interesting December it’s been. I honestly think I’ve seen more distant relatives popping out of the woodwork than any other time in my life. Some only last saw me as a little girl. My last surviving great aunt in particular seemed astonished by her lanky new grand-niece.
In a rare bout of optimism, I suppose it is safe to say I look forward to Christmas this year; even if I’m already dreading how berserk two not-so-little kittens will get when the obligatory tree is put into place.