I've had a really busy day in Manchester, where the snow was much heavier than here in North Lancashire. I had to leave home earlier than is natural and intended blogging this evening but after a tough but exciting day, I just can't be bothered.
So when Mrs B gets home it's jerk chicken with a bit of salad, a glass of water as we are trying to be a little healthier these days, and a night of TV (Whitechapel) and a catch up on my current Joe Nesbo novel, The Devil's Star.
Just one thing I thought of today. I wonder if all these workers who are on strike because of foreign labour support football teams that only have English players?