Tuesday, 29th January, 2013.

The boys at Fields of Dunley like to tease Vicky and love providing her with one of their great variety of weird courtesy vehicles on the days they work on keeping our trusty Lancer roadworthy. Today they have excelled themselves and managed to locate one of Solihull's finest (a Freelander 2 litre diesel turbo-jobbie) whilst the Lancer receives its new sump (blimey, that'll cost a bit - the sump, not the Pride of Lode Lane).

So, where's the snow when yer need it, eh? And in any case we don't even own a Barbour jacket let alone a pair of green wellies.

They're taking the Michael again.

Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday, 20th January, 2013.

I'm in the Medical Centre, me. It's as much as I can do to raise my head above the parapet.

You wouldn't want to go out there would you........

........especially when you know that lunch is served at midday prompt.

Friday, 18th January, 2013.

The 24 Hour News Channels have been warning us all about the dreadful snow that has now arrived for the last four days so the least one can do is go out for a walk in one's new for Xmas winter hat and compare how things are with the dreaded 'Winter of '62'. As usual, there's no comparison. We were dead 'ard back then (oh yes).

At least the river has gone back down now (it'll be back up again soon, of course).

What manner of diabolical glimmie-fungal-stuff is this? And is this photo the right way up? I can't remember now. It's an age-thing.

Kenilworth Road, Luton, Saturday, 5th January, 2013.

Vicky and Maureen, the two nice people who have persuaded David to attend this match between his once beloved home town team and his adopted current beloved Wolves, at the quaint entrance (it is a corridor under a road, basically) to Kenilworth Road, home of Luton Town FC.

Maureen is trembly with anticipation. David is putting a brave face on things. He's grown used to that over the past 35 seasons.

The Gladiators (and The Mighty Wolves) enter the field of play. 

Note good away following behind the goal. Everyone of 'em, like David, expecting the worst. They weren't to be disappointed.

The calm before the storm.

Spot David Pleat and win a prize.

Steve Morgan (centre), the Wolves Chairman, can't bear to watch. Yeah, we know that feeling mate.

The final whistle blows. It's the inevitable result, I'm afraid. Maureen and fellow Hatters fans go do-lally-tappit and obscure the 'face of thunder' that is Wolves CEO, Jez Moxey.

David's voice shouting: 'Moxey! You know what you've gotta do!' unfortunately, can't be included in this pictorial blog. Shame that.

The sad tracksuited figure of the Wolves Manager, Stale Solbakken, trudges off the field at the end of the game. Vicky's verdict? He'll be sacked on the coach going home.

Harsh but so very true. By the time we get back to Worcester he is gone.

And so we start again.

New Years Day (Tuesday), January, 2013.

With Vicky being back at work between Xmas and New Year's Eve it's now time to recreate David's Xmas morning (note Xmas T shirt) and to build a new track to test out all his new slot cars. 

David enjoying the feel of the two Limited Editon Revell classic saloons bought from that quaint little shop (now probably under water) in Upton-Upon-Severn earlier in the year. Don't they look special in their nice presentation boxes. Only a two fools or out-and-out racers would get them out and thrash 'em.

 They're out of the boxes and Vicky's got her race face on.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Emlyn would like it known that he didn't agree to be adopted by these two pillocks nor be constantly fussed in return for 7 (count 'em) square meals a day. He's this close to telephoning Evesham CP and begging to be taken back.