Extremely pretty. Lightweights that we are, the snow stopped us venturing very much upwards (aside from a memorably tough trudge up through deep snow to High Street) but we did plenty around lakes and so on. The best bit was probably a day sitting in the lounge with a roaring fire watching the snow fall on St Sunday Crag.
Planning our next trip now.
Just looked it up. He really oughtn’t to have tried to use your dad against you. Given that he did, I feel he got off lightly. You could have been much more forensically cruel. But you’re too nice. I’ve always said so.
Must admit, I’ve been tempted many times to lay into him on Twitter when I’ve seen his more fùckwitted utterances. I’ve resisted the temptation. It’s not been easy.
Oh? What's his dad done this time? Troublesome creatures, those. Mine seems to spend all his time gallivanting to and from and occasionally stopping by to drink my best whisky before taking off again.
In fairness though, that's more or less what I used to do to him in my formative years
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."