Well, this was actually this time last week. But still, I look back fondly on those days. It hovered around -5oC or even warmer, I took the wee Moosling out skiing with me, children ran and played in the streets, the chickens were all laying well, and Christchurch was still in one piece. Now it’s sitting on -17oC or some equally ridiculous temperature and oil wells are on fire in Libya.
