Of Cheese and Slush

I LOVE a good piece of cheese, so strong in taste that it's better to suck on it than chew it! Mmmmm! :)

Nibbling my farmhouse cheddar, this mouse is so glad to be home in the warm. We hare having record cold weather and snow here in the north west UK. As a Mainer, snow is not unusual to me. Sometimes we had three, four, five feet of snow where I grew up. But this kind of weather is unusual to everyone around me, and it's kind of fun watch the amazement, delight, and consternation on the various faces I see around me.

We closed the shop at 4 today to make sure we were all able to get home safely. All the buses were stopped by then, and many of the roads closed, apparently. Thankfully the trains were still on. Before leaving town, I got a new pair of wellies (that's short for Wellingtons, aka rubber boots or rain boots) especially to make the quarter mile (or more?) walk from the train station to home. (I had already had to buy new socks when I got into work this morning because I didn't have time to change into appropriate footwear when I opened the door to leave and realized how slushy it was) ... Thankfully my manager had an extra pair of shoes in work and she let me wear them in the shop so with those and my new socks, I had dry feet even said feet did look like those of the Wicket Witch of the West (stripey black and white socks!)

So glad to be home "in the warm" as the English say. Now, back to my piece of cheese.