Cherry Lips

Today I nearly bought the farm.
It's been an I-don't-know-how-many (about six) hour drive to this little cabin in the wilds of northern Sverige. Tootling along quite happily about four and a half hours in I spotted what I first took to be a horse trotting out of the trees. It panicked and made a few quick steps towards the road whereupon I jammed on the brakes and screamed. In a manly way of course. Ahem. A close thing...could have reached out of the window and touched the feller. Somebody out there likes me maybe.
It's quite snowy and about twelve degrees below here. Bring it on.
Come on Wales in the rugby.
Happy Valentine's day.