We were in Sheffield for the winter of 79 which was a nightmare of snow and ice for three months, but things still just about kept going. Then we moved to Bournemouth and wondered why everything stopped for half an inch of snow.
Bizarrely here today it is 15 degrees, sunny and warm enough to work in the garden in a t-shirt.
On being called Darling and Love
Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick contd.)
Book Title by Their Authors (Parlour Game)
This weather is getting me down. Is it May or March?
Why do hospitals, most of whom have large catchment areas, make accessing them so difficult?



