'Tis the soup season. The past few bone-chilling days were made for the stuff.
Soul food. Comfort in a cup.
Speaking of cups, there were scores of them filled and dished out to the homeless at Clive Square on Monday night. A night that reached a minimum of 4 degrees.
On said night, Kiri and Kevin Swannell were the hosts. It's their Monday night gig.
At the same timeslot in winter every week, I'm usually at home, sipping a glass of red, moaning at how our heat pump is rubbish compared with a log burner, fretting about how to de-frost the car the following morning.