We're due to leave the house in a few minutes. Philippa has just had it drawn to her attention that her parents are dressed almost identically, which hasn't gone down too well. As he and I are not exactly 'jet setters' (jet sitters more like), we are inclined to go for the tough wearing, robust, weather proof, anything might happen look. If you have occasionally glanced at a Milletts/Blacks/Cotswold window display, then that is us. It's unfortunate that we are also wearing matching colours.
As there is a hard frost and all the recent snow, ice, central heating on full, etc., it has been difficult getting into the packing for bare arms mindset. Holly added to the confusion yesterday when she said that her Australian version of a Christmas tree was already up and decorated, and that it was the equivalent of a lovely English summer's day in Ballarat. Oh well... there's a blogging queue so best compose myself for what's to come.
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