Just awoke [or awakened] to the glad tidings that all flights from Heathrow are cancelled today because of fog. Glad we're snuggling warmly in the burrow over Christmas.
Crazy Condi, the Rice Maiden, has decreed that the war in Iraq is worth the cost in money and lives [presumably those of Iraqis].
So that's alright, then!
Off to the hospice this morning. Will post another instalment of traumatic reminiscence later.