Bitter

It's bitter out there. Actually, it's beyond bitter.

I've just walked Ethan round to Beavers. On a normal day it takes just a few minutes to wander round there, but today in the snow it took longer. It is so cold. I have two pairs of socks on, plus my big heavy boots. My gloves kept my hands reasonably warm (as long as they were jammed into my coat pockets), and my Ishbel kept my neck warm. But my ears are flipping freezing, as are my feet.

I really hate walking on snow. And the bad news is that I have to go back out in less than an hour to pick him up again, as no doubt Colin won't offer to drive round there and get him (I won't drive, I hate having to get in and out of our road when it's like this).

Bitter.