Well December has passed along with the last remains of 2009. The old Dragon had her birthday on the 18th and we all wished her well. The girls gave her a semi surprise birthday lunch at the Cross Keys in Upwood on the 19th. We enjoyed a lovely lunch and the girls all brought their respective and respectful “other halves”, the old girls was delighted and the food was very good, it is hard to believe she has reached eighty, after all those years of telling us she was going to pop her clogs at any minute, hah. We had quite a bit of snow that week and I was little concerned that Lindsay would not be able to get the car on to the road because of the icy conditions, but he made it. The old girl was delighted with all the fuss, I am sure she will be talking about it for a while, the food at the pub was mainly seafood and very reasonable priced. My jumper has the logo of m favourite whisky, at least that's what Liz said. Matt has that look again, as though the camera might explode, it didn't.
Liz had a wonderful Christmas, we saw all the kids and went to see her grandson, Harry, he was knackered when we saw him, at about eleven, he could barely keep his little eyes open. Liz got Harry loads of presents, if this goes on we will have to get a bakkie and Philip will have to get a bigger house. We took Catriona and her new paramour Bobby with us and Louise and Matt met us there. We went home and dropped off Cat and Bobby and then went on to see the old Dragon and Lindsay, they were also delighted to see us and offered more tea or coffee, we were already full and had to decline. We went home to prepare dinner for four of us, Louise, Matt, Liz and I, Robyn and Marty were coming around afterwards and Cat and Bobby were have lunch with Bobby's family. We had a lovely roast leg of lamb, a spit braai would have been better, but conditions were not right for that option.
As everyone may or may not know we have had a bit of extreme weather recently, but the deepest snowdrifts here were only about one centimetre, so the media were probably not interested in our area, not enough drama.
We had a couple of days before Christmas when the temperature never got much above minus 70 C, it was pretty icy, we all got fed up with trying to scrape the ice of our windscreens, although the screen on my bike was OK! As you can see from the picture the car park was covered in snow, at least two centimetres, drifts everywhere, ha ha. The morning rides in to work were quite invigorating and it usually took half an hour for my ears to defrost once I got to work, but I am still not going to wear one of those strange hats, a man must retain some dignity. I have seen quite a few men wearing hats with pom-poms on top and even saw someone wearing a tea cosy holes for the spout and all. The pond has been frozen over since before Christmas and the cats and birds have been holding skating sessions on it. There are paw prints and bird footprints everywhere. The rain has arrived and started to defrost everything, the icebergs in the pond are quite large, but the cats have stopped hopping on to the water for a drink. They are quite disgusted with the cold and wet and even their calls of nature are reluctant trips, the black one plays with the cat flap for about half an hour before she goes out, I think she is trying to acclimatise before leaving the building, so that it is not such a shock, perhaps I should install a special air lock for them? We had a few hiccups with the heating just before Christmas, but it seems to have settled down now, I think it was too cold and things were freezing. A section of the guttering has fallen down, frozen solid inside, so when it warms up I will have to climb up there and replace the down pipe section. The auction, last week was cancelled because of the weather, but changed to this Saturday, we did not see anything we could not live without and it was pouring with rain, so we left early. There is another auction next weekend, so we'll go to that.
Work has been quite busy for me, we had the lady with the faulty fuel gauge come in again, ( note to self:I must offer her £100 for her car) we managed to squeeze in £1,78 worth of fuel, although I think about thirty pence worth went onto the forecourt, she was relieved that her lack of faith in the fuel gauge was justified and she, once again, had a full fuel tank! The poor old thing told me she was going to Somersham. About seven miles away, so maybe we will be able to squeeze more than £2 worth of fuel in and she will be able to use the £20 note she wanted to use for her fuel.