England is completely covered in snow, and trust me when I say it is not as romantic as it looks in the movies. It is cold; I am cold, very cold, totally cold. Have got the central heating up high, warm clothes on and two pairs of snuggly socks, and I am still cold.
It is at times like this I count my blessings at being born a Punjabi. I would, without a doubt, be the weakest link in a tribe of Eskimos….Or as my best friend states, 'a flipping liability.'
Although there have been times when I have seriously questioned the sense behind God’s decision, I have now come to the conclusion that he did know what he was doing when I was assigned my family.
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