Been hard to write anything since my birthday (22/12) that didn't involve snow. You probably don't want to read about snow. I don't. But constant commuting between Chilterns and Cumbria is just snow!
And now Jean Marc, in Moldava just text'd me. About snow. Two metres. Always exaggerates! And a new Sauvignon he wants "to rub on everyone chest". Another Vodka lunch probably. And Gerry the writer just emails pics from Illinois. Of snow.
Maybe there'll be something else tomorrow. Happy New Year again.
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