In the firing line......

I'm not always as grateful as I ought to be.

You've often heard me moaning about my; insane employers, kitchen that's the size of a (doll's) wardrobe, hair that looks like a 1980s perm crossed with a Brillo pad, lack of suitors who aren't deranged, inability to tell right from left, etc etc etc....

But, in weather like this, when it's freezing cold, wet and exceptionally windy, I thank the gods, the fates, and my generous father, for giving me a cosy, dry and warm house to live in.

Spare a wee thought for those who have to survive on the streets.....it must be hell sometimes.