December. A time full of snow, great atmosphere and festivity. Not in England. It was absolutely hammering it down leaving roads flooded, Christmas decor ruined and everyone as miserable as ever.

You were sat on the sofa with a fluffy blanket over you as you flicked through films with a sigh. Simon stood at the window, staring out of it in his dressing gown and a cuppa in hand. He was grumpy too, but that was nothing new. "White Christmas my ass", he grumbled as he sipped his tea.