|Getting to know Pingou, the Penguin|
|Not sure what Alfie was expecting: Mo, an elderly puss, did not grace us with her presence at this time|
enjoyed themselves too, and the snow held off until Boxing Day, at which point here in the East Midlands (we are on the edge of the Peak District, which as it's name implies is quite high by UK standards, anyway) six inches of the white stuff were dumped on us overnight.
We woke up on Saturday morning, with a blanket of snow (which meant it took me 30 minutes to get my daily paper, instead of the more normal 15-20 - depending if I meet folks en route with whom to pass the time of day!) Actually, the need to concentrate on where one puts one's feet and the over-arching temperatures don't encourage too much of the chatting at the moment.