Wake up and everything is still covered in snow. Mum drives me to Spin. It’s The Boss’s class and I work hard. Here is graph:
You can see me with The Boss and The Master in the attached photo.
Mum waits for me at the farm whilst I do my class. She is reading and enjoying 99 Glimpses Of Princess Margaret by Craig Brown. It’s wonderful if you haven’t managed to read it yet.
This is what the fluffy monster has been doing most of the day although he’s popped out a couple of times. He’s my lion of course 🦁.
Walk my Gandalf in the snow. He likes it. He wants to show you his coat:
In the woods, it’s Narnia. Keep expecting Mr Tumnus the faun to pop out from behind a tree – see Narnia photo in the woods above.
Have lunch and a sleep. Wake up and it’s snowing. Again:
Brother phones from Abroad. He is driving through the desert to swim with the dolphins in Eilat 🐬 . He is sorry to hear of the apocalyptic scenes here where the army and RAF are rescuing stranded motorists; people are dropping dead in the snow and the National Grid is running out of gas.
Tomorrow is meant to be icy rain and fog. We are snowed in for the foreseeable future.
It is very cold at the parental home. Mum is winding up the baby wool into balls. Last night we watched a programme about the Old Bailey, The Wonderful World Of Puppies and a programme about Churchill in 1940, trying to persuade the War Cabinet to keep fighting the war after Dunkirk and the fall of France.
Tonight we will watch a programme about de Gaulle and probably more of The Wonderful World Of Puppies.
The information pack has arrived about Otto, the Hearing Dog puppy who have sponsored for Mum. We can see his progress here:
Not sure if you can see him or if only we can with our Special Access to Otto’s life. He’s a golden labrador puppy 💕🐕💕.
Right, had better post this as need to eat my orange, drink my coffee, put photos of Gandalf on Instagram and so on.
Happy Friday everyone!
*1950. By C.S. Lewis. Book 2 in the Chronicles Of Narnia series. Children’s fantasy, Christian literature. In Narnia it is always winter and never Christmas but Spring will come as Aslan, the great lion, is on the move…