Sunday, 21 February 2010
There are times when I just can't be arsed to cook.
I didn't sleep too good last night and so I was stirring about 5am and lay wide awake listening to a strange soft pattering sound on my bedroom window. The light filtering through the bedroom curtains looked unusually bright for such early hours so I got up and pulled the purple drapes back to reveal flurries of large snowflakes and the garden below was already deep in snow. Mr Tumnus, the faun, was nowhere to be seen.