...burn baby, burn......

Nice lie in this morning.

Went down to the fishing cabin about 10.00, haven't been for a week.

The path was like a sheet of glass, covered in ice, the gas in the bottle for the heating had run out and the water was frozen.

I remembered I had a bag of rock salt in the garage and some boxes of wood....so I drove back home and picked them up.

Got back......we gritted the path, scoured round for fallen branches and twigs, pinched some petrol out of the elctricity generator and pretty soon we were sat outside in the freezing cold with the odd snowflake falling, drinking hot coffee and tea, warm as toast.

Home at lunch time for the big game.........watched the mighty United put the Mickey Mousers firmly in their place...amazed at the shennanigans that went on....a chance to put a nasty situation to bed wasted because of one player's arrogance...a manager put in the position of defending the indefensible......get a grip!

Sweet and sour chicken for dinner.....CSI New York to come....and tomorrow a trip to a fishing venue we've booked for later in the year....just to pay for our booking and have a look.....Charlie and YH over for Sunday roast while the S & H is playing hockey in Carlisle....and if B is home from hospital a trip to see him.

Das vidnaya moy padruga.