Awaiting Decapitation

WEDNESDAY

A much brighter but colder day. There was frost on the ground this morning and, in shaded areas, it lingered  all day. 

I had forgotten to make some bread overnight so breakfast comprised of cereal and a M&S snowman crumpet.

Mr Snowman is about to be buttered and decapitated. (Unlike Colin the Caterpillar, whose chocolate face I always leave until last).

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