At some point in the night the snow turned into sleet, then rain and it all melted away. It left behind a grey veil for the greying, dying year.
My Grandma’s birthday last year was like most of her birthdays in recent years, we went to a pub called the Hayride near where she lived and we had roast dinners, we pulled crackers (it’s so close to Christmas that Aunty Su usually provided crackers) and then sat around in party hats. It was slightly sad last year because the last time that we had been at the Hayride was for my Great Uncle Arthur’s funeral. I did wonder if my Grandma