Down We Go.

It had to happen, I suppose. While taking Rory back to Wyndham Roads last night, I fell into a pile of snow. No damage was done, I am glad to report, but Rory took the opportunity to do a runner and go chasing cats. Risking life and limb, Carolyn, Lilly and myself went on a Rory hunt before he turned up near the Wyndham Roads flats.

The miscreant was recaptured and returned to base without further incident but I think, like most people, I have decided that life will be a lot more pleasent when the snow and ice departs.