Several inches of snow made me decide to leave for work in stout hiking boots, taking my silly work shoes with me. Upon arrival discovered that silly shoes were still at home, so I had to spend the day in smart suit and clod-hopping boots. Tried to hide in office, but found it difficult to pretend to do much work as reading specs were also at home. Come lunchtime I discovered my purse was missing. I'd shoved everything in one of those hessian bag-for-life things and had picked up the wrong one. I only had my sarnies with me as I'd put them in it as I went through the door, but no money = no coffee so I was left to extract as much moisture as I could from the few grapes I'd taken with me. (not you lot, obviously, though vampirism was starting to sound attractive by the time 5 o'clock came around). Then I called in a bookshop on way home and bought a couple of novels - I did have my card with me, tucked into the pocket of my handbag. To his credit OH didn't laugh when he heard about my day - or at least not to my face - he sat me down with a cuppa and one of the new books and said he'd make supper. The new book was great, exactly the sort of thing I love to read...... which probably explains why I'd read it before. Never mind I finally sat down to supper. OH is a rather good cook, but he does use some strange, corner cutting techniques sometimes. Tonight his brilliant idea was to bash up the peppercorns in a mortar and pestle rather than risk RSI using the grinder. SIX peppercorns in one meal for two.
. I'm on the pooter now wondering if I'll be the only person in England ever to die of dehydration in the middle of a snowstorm.

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