Late night revellers and 6" of fresh snowfall, resulted in a new temporary resident in our little Cul-de sac. Two sets of footprints seem to have visited him upon us.
How the other residents feel about him in the middle of the road, we await to see, but he has lasted for at least 6 hours.
Now Ali ( my ever suffering blip widower) has a question for blipland.
Does your wife, who has a streaming cold, getting herself dressed, booted and equiped with Nikon, leaving the house with step ladder at 04.30 when it is snowing, mean that she really is addicted to blip?
My name IS Sheila and I'm a blip addict.