
It's a lovely time of year for walking - cold, foggy, quiet, magical.
You can sometimes get to feel like you're the only person alive in this dark dark world.
To the young guy who just drove past the swimming pool - and me - at a speed where he could barely keep his wheels on the road, I would just say this.
It's such a lovely winter's evening, try not to die on it.
And, if you must, try not to take me with you.
Okay?