Bob woke the house early on Friday morning. At first I thought he must be unwell, as it wasn’t his usual, get up and make my breakfast call.
The first thing I noticed when I opened the back door was the look of disbelief on his face.
It had snowed. And we all know Bob loves snow.
But it is becoming clear that old age is catching up with him as he spent the next half an hour simply pottering about.
He, I believe, was remembering
Real snow! And saving his energy for its return.