Thanks, Villon me old mate, for a good headline. It’s snowing like fury in North America. And it’s reached the Scottish Highlands.
And I want it here, on my patch, in East Anglia. Why?
Because it brings the birds flooding into my garden, poor frightened starving buggers, to gorge on the best eatery in town. I have no illusions. They don’t love me, and as soon as the thaw comes, they will be off again. But, for a few glorious days, they will be MINE!
Funny, there was a time when I used to feel exactly this way about girls. Pass the Sanatogen.
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