Yesterday the world filled up with slithery cruel snow that kept covering the car as fast as I could clear it and made the road terrifying. Today the world is full of crusty, dirty, unpicturesque snow that has already covered everything and makes the road bleak. This is not a tremendous improvement, though it does mean that I will be able to fetch the parcel containing my new winter hat from the post office.
The hat has a giant pompom on top, which, in addition to being extremely dignified, should keep me extra warm by trapping the hot air that vents out of the top of my head. Pompoms are very practical in this way.* This is important because none of my coats will button up over old Foot Foot. A coat that did do up might come in handy now that it is really winter. But at this point, so kind-of-close-ish to the end, I am far too stubborn to buy one that will. Pompoms and voluminous scarves will have to fill in the gaps.
The weather is in fact rather frightful. Last night it sounded like a pack of injured wolves were being flung at our windows. They howled (understandably) and slammed into the rattly wooden frames, then someone dragged them off and did it all over again. It was tiring for everyone involved.
So the world outside is hideous. But inside, Steve has made his annual weblog post. Hurrah! It's much cleverer and more interesting than anything you'll find here, which is why it takes him all year to produce one. Plus their rarity makes them collectible. This year it's about dreadful Christmas movies and invasion literature. It all comes together in a lovely way. Go see!
Also I have received my beautiful and useful tea cosy.
Here's a worse photo that shows off its dashing bow more effectively.
Though I believe it was designed for a shorter, rounder teapot, it fits very nicely on our tall, pear-shaped one as well. Shite on the outside, nice hot tea on the inside -- it's a microcosm of reality. How cunning!
*No, they're not.