Frosty!

Baby It's Cold Outside. Deliciously so, crisp clear sharp cold. Lovely.

It's a perfect day for yesterday's roaring fire, home made rib sticking lentil soup and a perfectly crisp Sunday Roast, and perhaps a little romance?

My boy is playing football, and I am about to take my girl to the first gymnastics of the year. They will both need warming muscle relaxing baths after that. Then we can snuggle down and watch the last of Sherlock in front of the fire.

I asked my girl to hang the washing up today. She has a history of comic moments with this task. Once she left the wet washing in the machine and hung the dry stuff up outside. Today when I reminded her that she hadn't done her job yet, she asked 'Do I hang it up outside?' I forget how little they know despite their cleverness.