Ice, as somebody pointed out writing in The Times today, is interesting. When we are children we absolutely adore it - we slide up and down and really 'polish' slides so that eventually we can approach them at speed and enjoy the thrill.
But then, as we get older, we view ice in a completely different way - we envisage car accidents, broken limbs, bad backs - there is nothing at all to be said in its favour.
Similarly with snow. It is pretty when it first falls and everything is cloaked in white and the frost shines making the scene like fairyland. But how quickly it palls - bad enough while it is frozen but then turning to slush which is just as bad in its own way.
So us killjoys hope for a mild Christmas - easy for travelling around and keeps the central heating bill down into the bargain. Yes, that's another thing, we do tend to get mercenary as we get older.
You can imagine - I am finding it difficult to cultivate a Christmas spirit this year. But with not one but three great grandchildren coming to a buffet lunch here on Boxing Day I shall do my best to enjoy it and remember the twenty three happy Christmasses the farmer and I enjoyed together and the thirty nine Christmasses I enjoyed with my previous husband. They add up to a lot of Happy Christmasses and for that I am eternally grateful.
Here's wishing everyone who reads my blog a Very Happy and Healthy Christmas.