It sounds like snow.
There’s a sound with snow even before it begins.
Muffled.
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Probably our most significant weather event of the season has passed me by unnoticed because I have been so consumed with my book and work. A sorry forecaster indeed.
The other day a woman gave me impending news of the weather and the cold drop. Unheard of! I am always ahead on the weather. Except I’m not. Now I am officially behind.
But I have managed to triumph in the area of cooking omelettes. Thanks to Jamie Oliver’s how to cook an omelette section and amid a chorus of cynicism from the small male, who has finally, 3 successful omelettes later, conceded it’s a triumph.
Alas he’s requesting I cook omelettes at completely unGodly hours.
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