Call it brave, call it foolish, either way me and Tee watched a Christmas movie outside today on the big screen in Centre Square! It was Miracle on 34th Street, the 1994 version with the cutie pie Mara Wilson. So good! So cold! SO COLD!
Actually that's not strictly true. I was genuinely okay until about 90 minutes in when all of a sudden my feet felt like icicles...and then it started creeping up my legs...and by the time it was finished I was starting to do that shivery thing when you know you're never going to get warm again until you go inside and sit on top of a radiator. Luckily we didn't have to venture far - just across the road in fact to the Olde Young Tea Shop to warm ourselves up on some hot chocolate of dreams and a Snickers cupcake that was oh so very chocolatey and delicious.
I would absolutely do it again and hope that next year there are some good films too! It all just felt so festive and cosy (despite the cold). One thing that northern lasses do very well is wrap up warm when baby it's cold outside. Today was such a day.
We're battening down the hatches or whatever that saying is, as Storm Barbara is on her way and she is pissed! Heavy rain and mighty winds. Not much chance of a white Christmas here methinks - rubbish!
Only 3 more sleeps to go!
And most importantly, only one day left at work before the big day - woo hoo!