I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Britain doesn't have a climate, it has weather.
This last few days we have had lots of weather, but sometimes it can pay off.
My car, this morning looked kind of cool.
This is just a bit weird for me, but Elvis 2 has heated seats so it's not so bad. It also means that I can wear Flossy.
It also causes us to wrap the kids up.
So now they look quite cute, eh? Well, I think so.
The question of what the weather is doing does have an effect on one's mood. Today it was crisp, cold and bright. Really very nice actually.
Trouble is that most of the time it is dull, damp and miserable.
Anyway, we are looking at another house as a prospective purchase.
This one is a little different again, but the question is one of weather. The first time I looked at the place, the local pub looked like this:
Not exactly inspiring is it? Looks like a thousand other pubs selling gassy lager and soggy pies in that surly way that only the Brits can truly pull off.
But then we went back today for a better look at the area.
A play in the park, a look in the local shop, you know, a recce before we can actually get inside the house (which we can't look at until next week).
The pub looked like this.
So we've found the location for chez Levey, just maybe not the house, but I think settling on a local pub is an important step... Don't you?
Thanks go to Flossy for keeping me snug, and to Mamod for making the coolest toy ever (and to the Prof, for buying them for my Christmas Prezzies).
Oh yes, and very well done to Mr Mowbray. Now what did Leo build for Donald & Jean?
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