And just my luck.
I hardly ever go out in an evening, boring old so and so that I am, but tomorrow night I have tickets for Strictly at the arena (thanks to Christina) and all I can think about is will we get there, and more importantly will we (and James and Claire our dog sitters) get home again safely.
I can't look forward to the show at all because all the threats of snow have turned into a monster in my mind and I'm now clearly imagining snowfall of epic proportions. Presumably, reading about the expected 3ft snowfall along the NE seaboard in the USA just before I fell asleep has had some impact on mtaters, but nevertheless, it would have been so nice to just be able to look forward to the show with a bit of excited anticipation instead of fear and dread.
Good grief, I do enough fear and dread going to the Newcastle matches, I don't need it for other stuff that I go to as well.
Talking of Newcastle...
... Oh what the hell, let's not bother talking about Newcastle eh?

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