Make all the Wicked Witch jokes you like.
My toes are warm, and the local economy received an unlikely boost.
a young boy, a black lab and a sled.
the dog pulling the boy round and round in circles:
woof, squeal, woof, squeal, woof.
Blessed be the Tesco’s delivery man — right on time despite the snow.
So, I repent of my previous scoffing, and relinquish the need to hand pick fruit and veg (at least sometimes).
I’m so looking forward to a meal that does not involve scrounging round the top shelves of the cupboards and the slighty-scary remainders in the vegetable drawer, and thinking ‘well, I suppose I could turn that into soup’.
but I forgot the tomatoes.
oh and the yoghurt
and…
door to door delivery and fine conversation on the way when my car was sulking in the snow.
(if anyone wants to come skating, the rectory drive is for all practical purposes an ice rink)