Tuesday, November 29

I do like winter after all
It's cold but sunny, the kind of weather that makes you feel alive. I wish I was on a beach or on top of a mountain, Mr Meep by my side, dog at my feet, drinking coffee from my thermos, staring at the sky.

We'd run along the sand, throwing sticks for Blod, then sit on a rock and watch the sea. Stripy scarves and woolly hats would keep us toasty. Our cheeks would have a healthy glow.

On the way home, we'd stop at a country pub and sit by the fire with a pint of winter ale, browsing through the papers and chatting about nothing in particular.

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