We've been decorating the church this morning. I walked home with a barrowful of clippings from the greenery that decorates the windowsills. Well, I walked home but I gave up on the barrow at the further end of the drive. The road was so slippery that I was tired with the effort of keeping upright at the same time as lifting the barrow handles. So I reckoned someone else could do the last bit.
In fact, though I had some shopping to do, I've decided I'm not going out again while it's icy. The Sage has brought home veggies and most other things can wait - it's rare for freezing temperatures to last more than a few days and I reckon that there's plenty of time. So, having had the usual disturbed night, I'm going to put my feet up for a bit. Nothing to do? There's loads to do. Don't care. It will still be there when I've read the papers and maybe had a little nap.