I walked the dogs this evening. The sleet blowing in our faces, the wind (strong enough to blow you sideways) whipping around us, reduced to a dirge-like trudge by mud so thick it was pulling my boots off with every step. With head down, hunched into the wind and my eyes fixed firmly on the foot of path I could see in front of me, I decided that I am definitely not made for weather like this. I far prefer my winter weather all neat and tidy thank you; a crisp frosty morning, a sprinkling of snow, that's more my kinda cold!
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