Freezing Something Off

I was stood in a field at 9:10am this morning, setting up flyball jumps and holding a tape measure on the snow covered ground. The weak winter sun was just coming up over the bare frozen trees, and all the sensible people in England were in bed, warm and snuggley and not losing touch with their extremities.

Here are my reasons.

At 10:30am, I was beginning to think my reasons were bloody stupid.

Some other people turned up too, and some of their reasons looked pretty daft as well.

Still, we didn’t leave until my fingers and toes had actually servered all contact with the rest of me, with my other limbs seriously thinking about going the same way.

I then had 20minutes at home to begin thawing out before I was whisked away to begin re-freezing, whilst doing the results for the annual Holmfirth Harriers Tinker Cup Handicap, which I do every year. I finally got home at 5pm. The dogs have spent the afternoon in their nice, warm, snuggley beds asleep. My jealousy knows no bounds.

I don’t do cold. Please can we have summer back?

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