WOOFING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND

Today we have the first snow of the winter, and for the first time I am wearing my shapeless white winter jumper, knitted for me by the wife of my erstwhile bass player many moons ago.

I am just awaiting the gentlefolk of the media saying that "this is the worst snow in living memory" when it most certainly is nothing of the sort.

The CFZ garden is covered with a light sprinkling of snow, whereas I remember in 1978 the snow was so heavy that it filled the lane outside up to the top windows, and we were literally snowed in.

However, it is a day of firsts because young Biggles, probably remembering that he enjoyed last winter's precipitations, went outside to play snowballs with Graham.

However, last year he merely chased them. Today he ate it!