Work, Imagine That?

In the kitchen we have a magnetic poetry board. My mum uses it to write rude rude poems. When my brother comes back from uni he also usually leaves an offering. "Imagine I work!" is one of his. Though today it seemed very fitting, as I finally returned to work after three snow days. I didn't feel all that useful.

More Christmas card preparations tonight and Colin brought me a very belated birthday present - to be blipped very shortly, when I can do it justice. Thank you indeed.

The snow is glittering tonight, full of diamonds. I suspect the frost is on its way.