Its Snowing

Just poked my head out the front door to see if the pooches would like to go for a tinkle. No chance, they smell the cold air and see the sleety snow falling, and hurtled back to the smouldering embers of the log fire to toast themselves a bit more. I have decided to join them, put my feet up with a glass of Irish Mist Liqueur and read my lastest issue of "What digital camera magazine".