Day 17, 21 days until you return, 8 days until Christmas

Wow, this time next week will be Christmas eve. I can't believe this year is practically over and I can't believe I'm going to be starting a new year without you!

Work was odd for a Friday. I Worked in my old house first thing, we sang songs and I got called Kate Bush far too many times. I had also baked chocolate brownies last night, so I took them in and we ate them for breakfast.
It snowed this morning, once again I think Britain has come to a standstill, everywhere is plunged into a winter wonderland of snowmen and igloos, everywhere that is, except Milton Keynes, which got a measly sprinkling of snow like the icing sugar on top of a Victoria sponge.
At lunch time I went to the house I usually work in, and went horse riding, again, the weather was arctic and I struggled to remain conscious for the half hour I spent there.
I then in a twist of events went back to the old house to cover a shift until 10. I like this house a lot, we sang a lot and talked about cups of tea, trains, sausages, monkeys, Kate Bush and Billy Joel. I for some reason nominated myself to cook and made chicken casserole, as usual I went over the top chopping up stuff and made enough to feed a small third world country, no one complained and best of all, no one got poisoned, the cooking was a success.
Evening time involved me dishing out medication in between watching soaps and having in depth conversations about life meanings.
And then 10pm came around, I pictured the warming cup of tea waiting for me at home as I stepped across the snow to my car, opened the door, got in, turned the key, nothing. And there I was, trapped at work with a non starting car, but at least, Daddy owns the AA. I phoned him and he came to my rescue, accompanied by Rob and his posh, over the top pickup. Luckily they had a half clue about what they were doing and managed to jump start the Citroen dream. Dad insisted on following me home in case, in some unlikely event, the car blew up. I made it home, and found my payslip waiting for me on the doorstep, along with a Christmas card from my other Helen, filled with glittery stars, this improved my evening greatly, but sadly, by this time it was pretty much over. I forgot about my cup of tea and instead decided bed, my favourite place on Earth would be, in these circumstances, the better option!
So that was my day, my week. Over.
No great British news for you today, just the snow causing problems everywhere again, I'm hoping desperately for some tomorrow.
My advent Calender told me to Sing a Christmas carol today, even if it's just to yourself. I sang many Christmas, and non Christmas songs today with people at work, and I do often sing them to myself. Sometimes I don't fully know the words so I make them up, my versions often sound better.

This time next week, Santa will be very nearly here

Love you xx