Back in Withnell!

[panik]

Huzzah!

*g*

No snow on the ground here but it's just started falling from the sky. O: And the door man is here, fitting our catches, we can has new doors at last (and there was much rejoicing).

But by bloody 'eck it's cold! My nips are tunnelling through my clothes like The Mole in Thunderbirds.

Comments

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

You can get lotions and unguents for steely nips?! Or do you mean laff-strain? Either way, I'm game babe, just point where you want it rubbed. ::rubs very cold hands together, looks purposeful::

But omg! Snow! So much snow! It's like Ice Station Zebra/Butlins, Filey out there again!

And on a massive tangent - did I tell you I found West country blood in me (I mean, it's mine, I didn't steal it from a Jethro and insert it into myself)? Whilst investigating the olde family tree - A Somerset branch no less, Bridgewater and Frome. I think that's where the doxie in me comes from, she has the accent anyway. ;o)

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

No, no! You keep your chilly mitts off me nips luv. You have snow... we have icky damp grey stuff. Swap?

So - you're a West Country lass after all? Ooh argh! It explains so much ::cuddles you into the fold::

::Doxie voice::

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Oooh law, yur a cheeky one and no mistake!

Wot, no snow? For shame! Having said which, I will swap, thankee kindly! I'm supposed to be going on a girly weekend to a cabin in the woods atop a high and steep hill in Matlock, that coldest of all genteel English market towns. The thought of actually getting thee at all is worrying me.

Re: ::Doxie voice::

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

Saddle up the huskies again... though given our weather, by the weekend it'll be floods or sunburn you'll have to contend with.

May the girly cries ring out across the hillsides *g*