Well this is the reason for a two (so far) blog day. Southern Ontario is in the grip of a "crippling" snowstorm and I am in no hurry to don the wellies and head outside to dig us out. You saw my picture the other day of my back garden, very pretty - just a snowy day. This is my street! There is a road out there somewhere. The best part of these days is when you have spent two back breaking hours clearing the driveway and the path up to the house and in both directions to meet up with your neighbours efforts. You are back indoors with your feet up, a hot cuppa helping to bring your hands back to life, when you hear the snow plough go past. What this means for all you snow virgins is a two foot pile of slushy wet heavy sh***ty snow right back across the width of the driveway and if you don't shift it soon, it turns into a rock solid speed-bump - guaranteed to impede any exit from the driveway!!!
Meanwhile GWE is in France, having driven what turned out to be 12 hours from Germany through Switzerland to get there (which apparently he is in no hurry to repeat - can I just say "I told you so") next time a civilized flight to Paris and a 4 hour drive down!! Anyway when I called him, he said it is only -1 over there and a gorgeous day, and he is happily sunning himself while he tries to pry the remaining ivy from the walls of our little piece of France. Later on his host at B & B is taking out on a pony and trap ride around the neighbouring countryside. There is something dreadfully wrong with this situation. WTF Santa, and I have been good this year!