Spreading the warm and fuzzies

Winter is definitely here. I know, because as soon as I step outside, he wraps his freezing bony little fingers around my face and says "'ow do ye like that, luv, eh? Eh?" in a terrible Oliver-Twist-style cockney accent. I try to use my Big Green Coat and Super Long Scarf defences against him, and it seems to keep him at bay most of the time.

Still only one postcard in the metaphorical box, but there is another on the way, I'm told. It's nice seeing people react to receiving them (and by 'seeing', I mean by ways of the world wide web). I've had a few honour it in the form of a Facebook status update - all vague as hell, which is good for the intrigue. One person said they opened the letter and saw their own face staring back at them, immediately eliciting the thought "holy shit, I've got a stalker. How did they get my address??Crap, that's so creepy. I better change my locks and-- oh no wait it's just Dee". One of my friends asked if I could write their eulogy when the time comes, and another was so moved by the letter that "it nearly made me cry like a big wuss bag". Isn't it nice spreading the warm and fuzzies? Nurture the love, folks. Nurture the love.

Speaking of nurturing love, congratulations are due for Kat & Alex who got engaged 2 weeks ago, and Carla & Jez who have managed to make a little person and it is currently 4.5 cm long and inside of Carla (technically I'm not meant to tell but nobody is reading here so its ok).

Will report again once we've uprooted and made it safely to Summer Hill.