There's a good foot of snow in front of the garage door, so your obedient servant has not ventured out further than the tumble drier since gratefully returning home after Tuesday morning's eventful shopping trip. It snowed non-stop for 72 hours (I think - I have slept at intervals along the way - and the build-up of snow is the worst I have seen in these parts. A few intrepid types are venturing out in their cars (count me as distinctly trepid, thank you), including a dame in a flip top Peugeot who drove past earlier with the roof down to accommodate the Christmas tree. Odd combination: open roof and snow chains.
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