There's half an inch of snow on the ground, but it still makes putting impossible, so we are closed. Therefore I'm trolling the interwebnet to amuse myself. Here's a sort of foody blog, Playing With My Food, I'm trying to persude the author, Paul, into posting some recipes. A transvestite skinheads tour of Catalonia, yep, it made me look as well, and you can read it in Dutch too, how useful. Dear Abby, My husband is not happy with my mood swings. The other day, he bought me a mood ring so he would be able to monitor my moods. When I'm in a good mood it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood it leaves a big fuc*ing red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time he'll buy me a diamond. Sincerely, Bitchy in Boston (Taken from Karen blogs from Malta.). And now, I'm off for dinner at The Box Tree, owner Madame Avis once threw me out of her nightclub for fighting, let's hope she doesn't remember. It was a crap fight, I got hit from behind which knocked my glasses off, then someone kicked me whilst I was on the floor scrabbling for my specs, then to cap it all, she throws me out and lets my assailant stay! I suppose though it's just French history repeating itself, the BEF leave via Dunkirk, the Germans get to keep all the vineyards.