The inner child

Not content with snowing most of yesterday, it seemed to have snowed a lot of the night too, although to be fair it could have been much worse.

The overnight dumping and German legislation meant that by 7am I was outside with snowshovel in hand (I shall have to start dropping unsubtle* hints about how much more effective a snow blower machine would be) down the steps and along the pavement to the stretch of untouched, virgin snow on our drive.

It would have been a perfect blip if the daft hound hadn't parked his fat ass in the middle of the b and then wandered the dot of the i.

Never work with children or animals.


* subtle wouldn't work, trust me, I've tried.