Sheep line

More snow. More blizzard. More.

I trudge across to Castlecraig to pick up a parcel. I drink tea. I work.

In the evening, I treat myself to tomato soup, scrambled eggs, and baked beans. I toast two slices of frozen bread and shatter them in butter and honey. Then I compulsively lunch through frozen strawberries and blueberries while watching Star Trek:Picard on the laptop.