Up with the lark, slipping and skipping to catch the post. I'm living atop a frosted marzipan cake. VIrgin snow as far as the eye can see, and it keeps falling. Icelandic jumpers do a fair job of keeping me snug, but I could do with a hug today. Unfortunately I'm 634 miles from the warmest one I know.
3 comments:
Lucy, I know it's not as good as a real one, but feel yourself virtually hugged.
I'm sending you a warm hug with a hot water bottle kiss x
Thank you my angels, I needed those x
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