Wishin' and Hopin'

Winter's on the way. The temperature's plummeted, the first few flakes of snow have fallen, the river's started to ice. Something has to be done. So Jools dragged me down to the wishing well with a large bag of small change (aka our life savings) and her book of magic spells in an attempt to placate the God of Winter.

Not sure what went wrong, but she threw in the cash, mumbled a few words of mumbo jumbo - then turned into a toad, skipped across the ice and disappeared into the trees on the other bank, pausing only to gobble a couple of flies.

Me? I shrugged my shoulders and came home. I assume she'll return when the spell wears off. I hope so - it's almost dinner time and I'm hungry . . .