On Frozen Pond
This is my favorite part of the year. No-one really knows what day it is, what’s open or closed, whether 6pm will bring the evening news or Wallace & Gromit. In the midst of everything, people just go to ground and stay home staring at their rapidly shedding Christmas trees, their eyes unable to obtain focus through near-diabetic comas brought on by too many dips into the Celebrations tin.
It’s also a superb time to go walking. Enough room on the pavements to swing a dozen cats attached to an industrial bungee cord.
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