Grandmabatty Sister-in-law's father has certainly done that ankle a mischief. Did he slip on the ice? We haven't ventured forth all day. The ground is hard and white with glittering frost. Remember how, as children, we made long slides in the playground and hurtled from one end to the other without trepidation? Those days are gone my friend... 
I've just taken a photo through the window of the setting sun. It's far from perfect. However, I hope that you lot feel a weeny bit cheered by it.
Until tomorrow. Continue to stay safe and warm and enjoy a pleasant evening in whatever way that you can do so.

What decade were your grandparents born?
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