In which Sam Tom and Ronny enjoy the snow

The snow has finally kicked in in Devon now. I was starting to think London would be hogging it all but a couple of hours ago, I was typing on the laptop when I was interrupted by Ronny emitting a strange, strangulated mieaow, the likes of which I had not heard before. I looked up and saw the cause of his alarm was the thick flakes of snow that had started to fall quite heavily. It's stopped snowing now but a thick white layer has settled on the roofs and trees. I am glad I don't have to go out.

( Catspam! )

I keep meaning to go to the second-hand clothing warehouse on the Marsh Barton industrial estate, but once again failed to do so today. (This time I failed to get up in time. It has not taken me long to lapse into Devon stand-by mode.) I would really like a tweed jacket though, so hope to try again tomorrow.

I was meant to go up to London last weekend to retrieve my remaining stuff from Sarah's, but due to an assortment of reasons we decided to postpone it until the end of February. It suits me as my mate is having a gig at Feeling Gloomy that weekend, so I might go along to that if I can.