Dear Cherie, so bad here you want one of these and a bottle of whisky! On the odd occasions I have gone out across the road the wind cuts through you like a knife, and the icy fog is a nightmare. It hurts your eyes with the wind and you can see nothing at all. Going across the road is like taking your life in your hands, as the cars cannot see you and although you can hear them, you cannot see them or judge the speed. Soup and another Article on something that keeps you warm, is on the way soon.
Hugs and Regards.
Neil.
