Wrapping up very warmly, I ventured down to the local garage to buy The Guardian and treated myself to lunch at The Old Forge as a reward for finally doing some exercise. Feeling revived, I tramped back across the fields and up through the woods, with stunning views. The only thing that would have improved the afternoon would have been PJ at my side -- or a dog. Something with a wet nose, either way.
It's now time to build a fire and burn through the scanty remainder of our log pile, while polishing off the last of my best find of 2009 so far -- a hitherto-unread Christopher Fowler novel, Rune. (I love his work; if you like murder mysteries and arcane pieces of London history, check him out -- particularly the Bryant & May novels.) The cats have already positioned themselves on top of the hot water pipes running along the landing and seem reluctant to shift. Good thinking. I'm also contemplating making a plum crumble to have with custard after the remains of last night's veg curry. Sounds good, no?
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Madrid is suffering its first decent snowfall in many years. It's nothing compared to Winchester - a slight layer of white on some surfaces is enough to provoke school closures, cancelled meetings and national panic in general.
If they only knew. Still I suppose the Icelanders would say the same about us.
Simon
A friend with a `wet nose` is a friend indeed.
A dog does most definitely improve a walk in the ravishing but freezing weather..any weather really ,so go get!
A warm-nosed friend of mine also prefers her `wet-nosed` friends to hot water bottles and in recent weeks has slumbered in her boudoir with a whippet curled up each side of her!
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