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By StuartDB

No bloody snow

Polished the runners on my sledge, filled my wellies with warm newspaper before I went to bed, hung my gloves on the radiator with my balaclava and my wooly jacket and arose at first light.  Rubbed on the chilblain oil, rushed out of the door and the snow was about 0.5cm deep in the drifts.  

Went back to bed.

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