Still freezing

Now up in the outer reaches of the Empire.  Dungwall Dingwall. Cold, miserable and grey.  Thank the Good Lord (in his many imaginary forms) for life preserving whisky.
Taking my Dad out for a Fish and Chip tea this afternoon.  I might have to get snow chains fitted to the car if the snow gets much thicker.  Envy The Curmudgeon his description of Ocean Beach, with the blue sparkling waters and frolicking dolphins.
Doesn't quite compare to miles of snow-covered desolate farmland and the cawing of a murder of crows.

Can't wait to get back home.
Even to Nuova Lazio.
Almost looking forward to seeing Ringo. No, I'm joking, I'm not.

I miss NZ

Arrived safely, arctic conditions, daughter happy, whisky cheap.  Distinct lack of sticky-out ears.  Snow turning to slush then freezing into a concrete-like hardness, and due to the reduced amount of council spending, little road clearance and gritting.  Depressing visit to the lopcal mall, hordes of pasty-faced neds and nedettes roaming around.  The scum are taking over.
I want to be back on my deck, large G & T in hand, under a kiwi blue sky, eating steaks off of the barbie.
Enjoy your lovely kiwi Christmas and New Year.  We're off to a New Year party tomorrow, then off to Inverness, then off to Paris on the 12th.
I wish I was in Wellington, licking icecreams while walking along Oriental Parade, watching the pretty girls playing beach volleyball.