The Big Thaw

So there you go, we've had our fun in the snow but now it is already pretty much back to normal.
The trousers, hats, clothes, scarves and underpants are drying on the radiators, the carrot has been retrieved from the defunct snow man and will be used in the soup while I'll feed the pieces of coal that made the eyes and buttons to the blaze in the fireplace (there is no such thing as waste in the Raheny household. Some call me thrifty, some others just plain avaricious).
It's not a bad thing I reckon (the thaw, not the being called tight fisted by one's spouse). Apparently some fellow blippers are showing growing signs of cabin fever, while others are just simply unable to cope with a few snow flakes in the driveway.