Stopping in Friday

It's supposed to be spring and indeed it had been mild last month sufficient I was out in my shorts but when I typed this a couple of days ago it was only two degrees c which with wind chill I could feel keenly and what is more, snowing.

That means rather than being out, I'm checking on the neighbours and making sure all my clothes are put away straight before reading a bit from my vintage cubs annuals.

There's certainly no chance of me going out dressed as he is today as much as I love to throw away the layers not least for it being more healthy to let your skin breathe when you can.

That uniform is most practical I feel.