I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. pancakes in their boots (Reply).
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::Moany rant commences::Oh, the white stuff never really went away, there've been drifts on the moors ever since it fell but yesterday we woke to a fresh coat of the bloody stuff and now heavy freezing fog has arrived to compound the cat's misery.
And they're tearing up the centre of Penistone to build a Tesco. I ask you, is nowhere safe from the buggers?! ::moany rant ends::