I laughed until I cried

 . . . and that's not something I have done many times in my life.  I can remember watching a programme with my dad about the old silent movies, the ones so ludicrously daft that you couldn't keep a straight face. It was Bob Monkhouse's Mad Movies. Buster Keaton was it? where a house falls down and he escapes being flattened by being where the window falls.  Was it Laurel and Hardy who were at the end of a fire-engine ladder as it went around a bend, fast, and the ladder swung out with them hanging on practically by their teeth? Or was it the Keystone Cops?  So many stunts - and they didn't have stunt doubles in those days.  Anyway, dad and I were both crying with laughter and this was how I was last night when I watched a compilation on Instagram of people falling over on ice. By the time it got to people (in Japan?) slipping on a long flight of steps outside in a forested area, and one went from top to bottom, knocking others down on their way, I had lost it completely.  I went to bed still giggling!  Laughter is so good for you.

I woke up to snow, but only this much and the other side of the lane, in the fields, there was none.  Apparently Brecon town and the Beacons had about 5" and, if you check my photos from my walk this morning, we had more on higher ground.

Home-made soup for lunch.  It used up a small portion of Spag. Bol from the freezer, a tin of Canneloni beans, a tin of tomatoes, an onion, a manky carrot which needed cooking or chucking, and some fresh green beans and cauliflower.  Very tasty and hit the spot on a cold day like this.

I've only been down the town for a prescription, some choccy bars (cold weather demands treats!), a gift for a friend's birthday, and some expensive cat food to try and tempt L. Whale into eating his medication as he left it at breakfast time . . .  He ate the new stuff, eventually, but I rather think had been hoovering up leftover biscuits in the night, so was stuffed anyway.

Now I will bake something as I have two ageing bananas to use up or compost.  Roll on Spring, say I.