The serrated knife edge of cold that had been at my throat every morning this month was dropped today. I walk without dragon breath. Sun blessing my bones as it cracks the thin crust of ice on the canal.
Not thwarted by sunlight, the black dog tracks behind. The combined joys of the weather and the first day in a week when I have not been blinded by a headache, means he is further back than usual. He might catch up later, but right now I have a start on him.
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And now as I read your post I look out the window and see it is snowing in London again.
Hope you're well.
Unfortunately, I got my mane removed today so this means my ears are going to be very cold.
Bad timing on the follicular adventures. My advice, stay indoors. Keep the ears and nose pink instead of blue.
And of course, this being London, its stopped snowing by the time I write this comment.
The weather, she is a fickle strumpet.
On the issue of fidelity I cannot help but agree. By the time I get out of the House of Lords tonight it will probably be either pissing down, two inches of the white stuff or unseasonably warm.
s the Black Dog attracted by SAD disorder..lack of Vit D in winter...or did you forget to feed your black doggie...?
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