Hang around here until almost Christmas, thus to partake of festive spirit and all that crap and what happens?!!
More to the point, what doesn’t happen?!
No festive precipitation, for a start (and I’m paying Ludger Schreiber an arm, a leg and a few other bits for doing absolutely nothing in the snow-clearing department ) and the snowdrops are peering up out of the ground.
Sod this for a game of soldiers.