More Snow

We picked up the spare car from the garage which had had some spronglet replaced to avoid it walking with a limp. It's old enough to be a vintage car just about. Who'd imagine a Fiat Uno could be a vintage car. Still it still works. We separately called into the supermarket where we met at the vegetables and shelled out a small fortune on anti-oxidants.
Returning home, it was a delight not to have to clear a snowdrift in order to take the shopping in.
I then continued with alkylated DNA and have just done Moroccan-esque chicken for M and J who will appear soonish.
When I woke this morning I could somehow feel that more snow had fallen.