When I peeked out of the curtains this morning and saw the snow I was ready for the day in less than 30 seconds. I love, love, love, snow on the beach and I had to go and see it. It is just such an odd juxtaposition.
The snow kept falling in enormous flakes but Mr Pigalina needed to head to his work to retrieve his laptop to carry on with a project. He headed in in my car, vowing to return shortly, and then decided to stay there.
I have been forced stay at home, by the fire, watching “Diana, Her True Story”.