Pots

Walking up to the shops, I saw that rhones have come down all around the neighbourhood under the weight of snow, as predicted by Mr C in the pub yesterday. This called for me to get up onto the flat roof and try and remove some snow from the pitches.
Had the novel experience today of actually walking to do the main weekly shop as the car is impossibly snowed in (or more to the point, if I did get it out, I'd never get it parked again - the greatest middle class phobia round here). Time to get into these weekend papers or they'll go unread. Slippers on!