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Christmas spirit-less

We have been spoiled this year here. The stow came late. It collected on the ground in wee mounds and not monstrosities of horror. The temperatures are around -7C and not -25C or... worse. I always imagine hell to be cold, brittle place. Warm seems too nice. Frigid temperatures now that is how you torment… Continue reading Christmas spirit-less


Winter comes to us all

Winter has arrived. With a vicious cold snap as well just to mock me. Time to curl up in a blanket with a good book. Time to hibernate and sit at the computer and write up a storm.