Being Festive (and a tourist)

When I got home on Tuesday, I found my flatmate, Becky, skipping in circles around the kitchen. She was going ice skating! She had never been ice skating before! Did I want to come?! At first I said no, because I was sleepy and grumpy, but her excitement got to me, and I soon found myself pulling on a good pair of socks and my big winter coat (first time of the season, and now I’m never switching back…so cold…).