It’s My Life: II – The Difficult Second Post AKA His Name Is Frosty Olafsson

Hello and welcome to “It’s My Life“. This ain’t a blog for the broken-hearted.

It was officially NOT a white Christmas, it was also officially NOT a white Hogmanay. It WAS however a white weekend. As promised I took the child to a local park and, may have impressed myself with my consistent aim with a series of snowballs at a relative small target, a consistency which I am happy to confirm remained even as she was actively running away.

With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris