When we tried to go outside we found a metre of snow banked up against the back door. I asked TPR not to touch it while I made a dash for my camera. He disobeyed me, and immediately got started on making smiley face snow sculptures.
Then I remembered that it was voting day. I pulled on some brown leggings and wrapped the upper half of my body in my duvet for the short walk down to the polling station. There was jovial atmosphere amongst the voters. Some men were drinking pints, and everyone in the queue was offered stovies. My portion was somewhat disappointing, however, due to its excessive fat content.