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Snow Poem 1 Monday’s snow is “Fuck, it’s snowed” Tuesday’s snow is “Shit, I can’t go” Wednesday’s snow is “traffic’s a nightmare” Thursday’s snow is “I’m afraid I can’t get there” Friday’s snow means “Work from home” Saturday’s snow is “no food in Tesco” But the snow that falls on us on a Sunday is “fluffy”, and “Pretty” and “Sod it, let’s play” not a Limerick, but rare enough to be grouped with them ↩︎

Streusel Cake recipe x2 Plus Chantilly cream filling between the novelty moulds, fresh raspberries instead of cranberries