I'm not a pheasant plucker....

Thankfully the lovely G drove me back home after last night's snowmageddon refugee-ing! (Hard to believe it caused such chaos seeing what was left this morning).

Skinned the pheasants I've had hanging in the shed since last weekend, now to get a couple of dinner parties organised!

Couldn't resist putting the C-word online either, albeit it innocently, W will no doubt approve!

Now battening down the hatches as Desmond strikes