Forgot to add that I had every intention of taking some new, frosty snaps this weekend but, ah, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn’t it?
The night before, Fella had arrived with a shiny new coffee plunger (the best kind of gift, it came in a box wrapped in brown paper) and muffins which he had made. So in the morning we had breakfast in bed and read the paper (the one with the nice pink pages). I should add that he brought the breakfast to the bed.
V: This is wonderful, thank you. I feel like Lady Muck.
F: You are Lady Muck.
With this warm winter and my own attachment to a comfortable bed, I fear my winter image stock will be a little thin this year. Where might I register an interest in a snowfall later in the month?