1. Pile logs on the fire.
2. Have supper with friends.
We crossed the road last night for supper with neighbours. Jane, our hostess, made a pheasant casserole to mark the end of the shooting season and hopefully the end of winter. In February? There's an optimist!
Another neighbour entertained us with all the local gossip, strenuously denied by his wife.
She: "John! You are making it up!"
He: "I am not!"
Giving rapt attention to John's version of events.
We ignored the wind and rain outside, eating in the conservatory where the roof beams are strung with fairy lights.
At half past one, having put the world to rights, we padded back home across the road.
Thank you, Jane and Roger, for a lovely evening.