We did post several pictures last Sunday, after our unusual snow in Worthing, but for some reason they all dissappeared into the depths of Blogger. So here is one again. I am just about to annoint Rose with a lovely lump of fresh snow. She is squeaking. I am fearless. Seconds later she was complaining, and I was getting told off by my mother. A dog's life. I have thought a few times that in the space of two weeks I have been near the Sahara, made a snowman in the back garden, and looked out at Robben Island from the top of Table Mountain. One day I will even do some work.
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