How amazing is our milkman? He turned up at lunch time, trudging manfully through the gods know how many inches of snow with our pints, and when I caught him placing them at the back door, he actually apologised for being late! He is my superhero of the day - hibernation is considerably less pleasurable without hot chocolate.
I wandered out to brush the inch thick layer of snow from the peanuts in the bird feeder (how on earth did it get in there?). The air was crisp and fresh, the snow all powdery gorgeousness under my slippers, and I briefly considered attempting a snow man this afternoon... Then I thought about making mince pies... I even gave serious consideration to the possibility of climbing under my duvet and tackling my astrology homework... Of course, what I did was settle down with a hot chocolate, courtesy of our intrepid milkman, to catch up on True Blood, Season 3 and wonder idly what their fake blood budget must be these days. They seem to be going through supertankers of the stuff this season.
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