The thing about snow, it is a wonderful plot device. There are always tracks. I found these at tea time last night.
It isn't the effect of drips as there is nothing overhead. So is it rats, starlings or a local cat?
I've done something to my arm. Yesterday lunch time my arm felt fine. Yesterday tea time I could barely move it. I can't brush my hair properly and dressing is a challenge. I keep having to literally pick my right arm up with my left arm and move it over to the keyboard if I want to do any typing, but I can type. I ought to be doing some right now.
I've been speaking to someone at father's old church. I'm doing the bran tub at the Christmas Fair, apparently. I don't mind, but I have never done a bran tub. My friend, eBay, has been really helpful with some cheap stocking filler type stuff for kids. I can get some soaps from my friend as well, but if anyone has any ideas for adult bran tub that are extemely inexpensive I will be grateful