The White Stuff

[anarchist_nomad]

Curled up in bed with Giles[*] as the snow falls ever heavier outside. This is the first real snow I've seen since we moved into the House of the Red Roses.

Since I'm not quite ready to sleep, it seemed worth noting. For posterity and all that. (Who knows, maybe in a decade or two, I will happen back on this and smile.)

I hope it piles up whilst I sleep and sticks. I could turn on the underfloor heating in the conservatory and sit reading in there tomorrow afternoon. Looking up every now and again to watch the birds taking their turns at the feeders. I can definitely think of worse ways to spend a Saturday!

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[*] Stumpy won't come to bed if he's here. I love my baby girl, but I wish she could get on with other cats.

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[dragonmamma.livejournal.com]

Just had cold drizzly sleet here that didn't really settle at all. It feels very damp and raw though and the skies are leaden and overcast. Derfinitely the sort of weather to encourage you to curl up on the settee with a fluffy blanket, (or cat if you have one) a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a good book, and the Rugby on the TV.
Obviously Stumpy is well aware of the the cat house rule that all chairs belong to them and may occasionally be loaned out (either whole or more usually in part) to a human who has satisfied the appropriate criteria. You obviously passed the test. Hehehe