Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

The day started with snow.



I took some pictures on different settings, but I think I like the 'auto' results best.



Then we went to Trafalgar Square because I thought the fountains might be frozen. And they were.



There was even a warning sign. The pigeons looked cold.



Then we found a giant snowman on Carnaby Street.



And that was some of my day. I also went to a party, met Maeve, went to the National Gallery, bought presents and ate in the Cafe in the Crypt. But I didn't take pictures of those parts.

Christmas is a funny time. I had such a good time at home and am
feeling lovely and rested, but now I'm really not looking forward to
returning to normal life. Holidays are sometimes quite unhelpful.

But I'm trying to make January seem more appealing by filling it with
fun things. Next weekend, for example, we're meeting Sam and Melanie,
Maeve's coming to stay and I have a dinner party to attend in a
gentlemen's club to which I must wear a cocktail dress. The weekend
after Tom's coming to visit which will probably involve a visit to the
Science Museum. And if Andy's back holds up, we're going skiing the
weekend after for a week, which takes us to the end of January.

February is only a little month, and I find time passes quickly if you
think about your birthday all the way through. And the days keep
getting longer and warmer so I'll cycle more and more. And then it's
March, which has many birthdays, and which marks the start of the race
towards summer. Also, Legoland reopens in March so I may go there for
a birthday outing.

But in the meantime we've got a long drive back to London on Sunday,
then we're back to alarm clocks waking you up when it's still dark and
you're still tired, and the long and 6% more expensive commute to
work. When I grow up I want to work from home.