Blinking Cold

We all know when winter is about to call Jack Frost starts pinching your nose and your toes. White powder begins to fall from someone on the roof shaking it on us all. The sound of sleigh bells tinkling tells us Christmas is back again and we’d better sort out our overdraft for all those presents we cannot afford. Oh, yes it’s that time of year. When you put your clothes on the washing line, and bringing them back in later, all starched, ironed and stiff as a board. The season when we should be tucked up in a nice warm bed to see the whole thing through. The season when your pets hug the fire and leave you in the cold. We’ve seen it all, been down that road before. Winter is here again, and ain’t it blinking cold.