Not my kind of weather.
Bitterly cold.
The ground was like an ice rink. I went out to test the ground and purchase a loaf of bread.
Had Dr Who called when I was not looking? Suddenly I had lost a year and was back at the nervous stage of taking first steps. Four times on my journey I lost my footing. Thankfully I had a ski/hiking pole and without the rubber ferrule it at least dug into the ice. For once I will admit to feeling nervous on my pins. I know the second hip has signs of wear, but if I must have it replaced, I would rather it be by choice and not because of a break.
This getting old lark is no fun! 
Stay warm my friends. Stay safe.
