Winter will be schmokin'

Delighted. Our 'condemned' chimney flu is now lined to regulatory standards and this time next week the family Watson will legitimately be able to have an open fire in the living room.

I don't look forward to the winter, the darkness and cold is insidious and suffocating. January and February gruesome as one yearns for some bloody warmth from the ever distant sun.

SO this is a wee nugget of niceness associated with the gloom and foreboding that winter generally brings.

I imagine myself laying before it reading Dickens, sketching, writing short stories and shmokin' the occasional illegal fag up it when the rest of the Watsons are in bed. Cannae wait...