It looked for a while as though we may have a White Christmas, but the snow arrived a bit early and didn't hang around for quite long enough. Well ... in truth, it hung around for too bloody long!
Dad was supposed to be jetting off to the South of France on Christmas Eve to see Liz et famille. Unfortunately, by this time the snow had reached Charles de Gaulle which scuppered his chances. Plan B: Christmas at IceCold HQ with Uncle Den, Aunty Yvonne and Koochie!