Blimey

Snow.

Dematerialisation.

I set aside 20 minutes of my precious, and currently in short supply, personal time in order to write a quality diatribe about bloody excessive Christmas lights (and their mysterious delayed appearance in these parts this year - see previous years) and this damn thing a: attempts to convert my post to Hindi, and b: when I try and stop it converting my post to Hindi, causes my carefully crafted prose (er...) to vanish.

And there you have it, in one sentence, why I don't often bother spouting bilge any more. Even when I actually want to. Bastards.