Snow
10:48 am on the 28th of January, 2004That’ll be the blizzards they were talking about then. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, the threat of snow had been hanging around in the air in exactly the way bricks don’t. It was obviously keeping us in suspense and then BANG! it was there, battering my window.
I’m supposed to be going to the dogs tomorrow, but this could put a cap on the idea really couldn’t it?