I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Back in Withnell! : comments.
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Too cool for subject
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)
Too cool for subject
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::
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::
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*