Snow bored
Snow is like an attractive person you meet in a bar. Once you get involved they turn out to be not so much fun after all.
Thanks to Liam for that observation. For the third day the snow is falling, making our road impassable and our cats impossible. I seriously want to hibernate but find myself getting all wellied-up to go walking in Narnia, the woods near our house. It lifts the spirits for an hour and – oh the joy of movement! We see only two people and no traffic whatsoever. The gritters have forgotten our road and it is silent as the grave.
