That's No Angel!

Six inches of snow this morning, so it was all hands on deck with the snow shovels before breakfast. After we'd cleared the drive and sidewalk, Jools - obviously crazed by the effort - decided to make a snow angel in the snow in the backyard. I was delegated to find a chair, stand on it and take the picture . . .

"Hurry up, you clod, it's freezing cold down here," she grumbled as I staggered into my precarious position, high in the air, arms stretched over her to get the best shot . . . Then, as soon as the shot was taken, it was: "Help me get up, you clown; I'm knackered after shoveling all that snow."

I was inclined to leave her there to freeze, but chivalry prevailed when I remembered I hadn't had any breakfast . . . Monday! That's the day for bacon, eggs and black pudding. With beans . . .