" The snow is so beautiful ", " oh it’s snowing, that’s the magical spirit of Christmas! " So, after about fifteen more or less controlled skids, five persons fallen under my eyes, exchanged my overknee boots for some cramps Ugg, lost my beanie and let fall my camera on the wet floor, yes, snow is great, but when we are at home, under a tartan rug, a big cup of tea in the hand. I spare you the glamorous details of fingers looking like 10 frozen sausages, my nose which can’t stop flowing anymore etc. etc.
I sincerely admire all the people who live months and months under the snow, and icier temperatures! In the sight of flakes this morning, I took out my snowman sweater (or grandpa one), and I forgot all which would look like a skirt, or heels for the day.