My friend and I are going on a very special wee trip this weekend. Not telling you where, but we're hoping for snow (surprisingly, as we should be sick to death of it by now. But holiday snow is different.) See if you can guess it without any further clues. Tell you all about it when we get back. And, no, it isn't Lapland. I'm not that fond of snow.
The washing machine is working now, so I no longer need a crew of otters to swish it around in the bath. They can go and play in the river, which has changed colour since the thaw started. And I'll pack - which Terry Pratchett book will I take? Nobody else makes me laugh so much.
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