Yesterday bright and frosty; this morning dreich - a word which sums it up perfectly. Oddly enough, I suddenly became domesticated - don't worry, it won't last - having washed and dried two sets of bedding, towels, and sundry 'smalls', The corollary is that I now have to get out the ironing board and get going. Unlike you soop, I don't find ironing therapeutic and will do almost anything to avoid it. It's good to read so much news from everyone and to see new GC. Panache, I agree that there's nothing like a hairdo to make you feel like a new woman. I have to wait till next week for my pre-Christmas 'do'. Grey, on walks in the Peak District, I've noticed the numbers of pheasants. Are they destined to turn up on Christmas tables? Tonight is the annual Christmas dinner of our Women's Register, the first time in years that I haven't organised it. It was lovely to find a recently retired member who was all fired up to take it on. Which reminds me - I haven't decided what to wear - trousers or skirt? 