Lots more of the white stuff: like Lux soap flakes swirling around in the wind. Going to need as many different ways to describe it as the Inuit are supposed to have. Car`s marooned at the bottom of the hill again and the road`s narrowing by the minute as the drifts build up. Spent the evening in front of the fire catching up on the papers with a shot of whisky and those self-styled "rockmongers", Radcliffe and Maconie,* "purveyors of rock nerd banter" while the storm raged on. Magic.
*(Radio 2 Mon-Thurs 8-10pm)
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