Third Advent. Back in the north after last weekend's shenanigans back in Blighty. Hence the Bombadier variant above, heh heh.
A lot of snow, still, despite the fact that it went from -10 or more below up to plus degrees and rain on Friday night. At least in the centre of the city, where I was to be found missing a bus and dragging my sorry ass through the middle of the rainstorm and four-inch deep melting snow-slush at stupid o'clock in the morning. Bah. The things you do for beer, eh? Najs. It's been a while.
Anyhoo, now business as usual is the order of the day. It's 'taters out there.
Everything changes, everything stays the same...
