“Someone’s nicked my snow!” I said when I looked out of the front windows this morning.
“Not quite all of it,” Graham said. ”There’s a bit on the roofs, and on the grass. And the hills are still covered.”
“Ah, yes. We always have the hills.”
Snow on the hills
I didn’t go out, though. This semi-compulsory stay indoors in the warm has gone a long way to clearing my tubes and I’ve very little need to cough now. That old advice about staying in the warm still has a deal of strength in it.
