{Days like these remind me that we need a sled…oh, and a snow shovel…}
Lucky me, I was already off today + avoided the mess. After spending the afternoon with Walter Bishop watching a mini-marathon of Stanley Kubrick flicks, I finally picked my lazy bones off the warm, comfy bed and wandered into the fluffy white stuff.

Thirty minutes later, I had uncovered the VW from the thick layer of blinding, frozen, fluff. Walter Bishop, being fur-covered and completely out-of-his-mind, ran like a mad man (er, dog) in circles round the yard chasing invisible cars and rolling in the snow.

Walter Bishop reminds me of a Taun-Taun (or a polar bear) more than ever…