Not happy. It is one thing joking about your daughter on the ocean waves and quite another when gale force winds and snow are forecast. I am such a lover of all things hot I cannot imagine in a million years how it must feel to be perishing cold and wet without a hope of warming up.

Of course, she cannot contact me, which allows my imagination full flight… misery… wet, cold – Yes, yes, I know, exactly like boarding school – But at least there was always the promise of matron’s office and some restoring cough medicine at the end of another freezing cold run across the moors.

Meanwhile, in my belated attempt to catch up with text-speak I bring you this:
}:^#}) I am happy though my toupee is being blown upwards and I have a bushy nose, a pointy chin and a double chin.

How useful is that!!!

Sxx