It’s a well-known fact the more it snows (tiddely pom) the colder the toes. Less well known is under lockdown the more it snows the more bonkers I become.
Grinling Gibbons sounds like the sort of oath Captain Haddock might roar, probably preceded by “great”, when enraged. Yesterday I pointed out his, I thought, quite rare stone font in St James’ Church, Piccadilly.
Look and Learn seemed to me inferior in every respect to a good novel and I only read it if there was absolutely nothing else available. These days Aquila is the go-to mag for a grandparent wanting to give a present that will not be well received. It’s why Aquila advertises in The Oldie.
The young man at the newsagent caught Covid so The Times doesn’t get delivered until lunchtime, when his manager closes the shop and makes the deliveries himself.
Tom, our long-term resident tiercel (a male peregrine falcon) whose partner left him with her male chick last year is bonding with Azina. Her name derives from her “AZN” ring.