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desperanceIt's snowing. Quite hard, actually.
Nothing like last year, and I don't think it's going to linger long, but - yeah. Brrr. The boys were quite stubbornly snuggly last night, despite my restless unsleeping, and this morning I think I'm getting frostbite. I shall be hacking my own fingers off shortly.
Even so, I should probably go to the Lit & Phil. I have a book to write. And I have fresh-baked bread, to make ham sammiches for lunch; and the Silence Room is warmer than anything here. Who knows, I might even thaw. (Also, every time I go into town I bump into someone else who's heard something but not the whole story about next year. Yesterday it was David Almond; he was writing upstairs while I wrote downstairs. He'd heard I was US-bound, but not about the marrying. Day before that was Anne Fine and Alexander Armstrong. Hee. All my famous people...)
So, yup. I must make an Expotition. I shall follow my own footprints, and end up walking in circles, as you do.
Nothing like last year, and I don't think it's going to linger long, but - yeah. Brrr. The boys were quite stubbornly snuggly last night, despite my restless unsleeping, and this morning I think I'm getting frostbite. I shall be hacking my own fingers off shortly.
Even so, I should probably go to the Lit & Phil. I have a book to write. And I have fresh-baked bread, to make ham sammiches for lunch; and the Silence Room is warmer than anything here. Who knows, I might even thaw. (Also, every time I go into town I bump into someone else who's heard something but not the whole story about next year. Yesterday it was David Almond; he was writing upstairs while I wrote downstairs. He'd heard I was US-bound, but not about the marrying. Day before that was Anne Fine and Alexander Armstrong. Hee. All my famous people...)
So, yup. I must make an Expotition. I shall follow my own footprints, and end up walking in circles, as you do.