I was condemned

[panik]

To traipse around a Garden Centre today but - Weather's foul, a decision has been made - we are not going.

::dons dancing trousers. shimmy of joy::

In the words of Alan Partridge; 'Kiss my face!' ::principal boy slap of the thigh:: I shall go to the ball  indulge myself in coffee and fic!

Yay for a wet, cold, snowy Sunday!