Still here, didn't go, too bloody cold, snow, frost and my ankle is agony.
I seem to have a Kamikhazee Cat, she hides, and then launches herself between my feet when I am walking-sprained an ankle.
We were going to have a Boys' day out, but we wimped it.
I don't mind saying that, I am in touch with my feminine side, and can accept the fact that I am not Macho.
But freezing your balls off doing "Man" things is not my idea of the perfect Sunday.
So I am going to sit at home in the warm.
And just to keep me company, here are some daft pictures.