Oh dear, set off at a gallop to fetch whisky and slid into a snowman, sat there with remains of said snowman cascading around me, ended up as an old snow lady.
Ah well, I'd rather have sloe gin any day (creeping back in shamefacedly)...
phew, that's better!
Sighs contentedly and resumes petting three dogs, all steaming in front of the fire. 
Alphalock - like wordle but harder!
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.







