TK's Blog

As the days grow shorter (and the nights grow accommodating to those of us who favour deep V necked T shirts) I find myself shunning the usual paraphernalia of the season. I will not be buying gloves which will be inevitably lost by early February. Nor will I be investing in thermal socks, vests, long johns or *shudder* meggings.

Instead I've bought a pair of chemical handwarmers to tide me over and splurged on a plane ticket to the tropics. Heigh ho, it's a tough old life, innit?

Of course,the one contraption I'd really like to warm me up of a night is working hard on the wrong side of the M25 these days. I shall simply have to start drinking lots of mulled wine as a substitute.

I think perhaps I have found a way to get into the Christmas spirit. If someone were to...oh I don't know... buy me a bottle or four of Baileys I might even manage a carol or two. No promises.

Bah, humbug!

TK