“Look out of the window,” Graham commanded as the last of the Tennant Dr Who episodes droned to a dreary halt.
“What for?”
“Just do as you’re told for once.”
“O.M.G. It’s snowing!”
Snowy lamplight
“Well, I did tell you.”
It was no more than a dusting of snow, and it’ll be gone by morning, chances are, but it’s all the snow we’ve had. The forecasters didn’t. Forecast it, that is. My snow-bone didn’t detect it either, so they’re forgiven for once.
Who can tell about snow?
