Feet Walking It wasn't this foot or it wasn't that foot that made her walk there - it was an unconscious melding of the two together and suddenly she was standing where she didn't want to be. Looking down at her feet but they had stopped their sudden betrayal.

Reading Just because I read doesn't mean I'm taking it all in. I'm just passing the time - a sort of escapism. It Doesn't mean that I'm studying to write. It doesn't even mean that I understand every word I read. I'm just losing myself in another world.

Cold 2 The cold bled into her as the starlight shone in icy reflections. Trudging along the frozen roadway, she reflected on all the bad decisions that had brought her to this disaster. Ignoring the red petrol light - but don't you get 30 miles grace?? Pity her alfa's petrol gauge was wonky like the rest of the bloody car. Yeah it's a statement - I'm an Alfa romeo head - shur isn't Jeremy clarkson? He said so himself on one of those half funny car show thingies. Numb fingers clutching at her blazer, she trudged on.

Cold The cold bled into her Seeming to meld into her very being as her breath came out in chest stinging gasps. How long would this wasteland go on? She'd been trudging wearily for over an hour through the ice constantly doubting her every move. Should she have left her clapped up car, should she just have stayed on the frozen roadway til someone came along? Wrapping her thin blazer tighter around her she forced herself to keep going. The last village was only few miles back. Never had she felt this mind numbingly cold. But then she had never trekked through these hills in deepest winter...

Austerity sucks but then Cooking wine is better than no wine at all. It's all in the little things ...