I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. There'll be no drive to Yorkshire today. : comments.
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Too cool for subject
You sound cosy. We're off out in a bit to walk across the snowy wastes to Brinscall where hopefully Mr Londis can oblige us with provisions. We're alright for most things but we needs a top up in case we really are here for days and I want crumpets and I must have cream and a pudding in case we're trapped here. We have all the makings for the celebrations - all the stuff we were taking as our contribution, which fills 3 bags, but I must have my pudding.
We'll be fine if it comes to it, it's Dad and Hilary I'm worried about. H especially, she puts such store in Christmas and Dad can be so difficult. I hate to think of them alone there over Christmas. We'll do our best to get back but right now, it's not looking good.
Stay warm. ♥
Pudding!
I approve of pudding :-)