I tried it all – blackmail, bribery, threats and sealed orders from Supreme Space Command – just to get models for my lovely spring evening (Fort Nelson style) photographs.

All I got was a blocked doorway and “No way! Not me! . . . I’m not stupid!. . . You go out – if you’re so all fired eager to experience spring, without a winter coat. . . !” So I pulled out The Bickies of Last Resort.

You have to admire the level of motivation induced by a dried out ort of liver biscuit.

“Where is Holly?” you ask. That girl is the smartest of the pack . . . . she remained snug and warm, curled up in her papason chair.

This snow fall was a bit of a let down after having a month and a half of glorious summery weather. Why it was a shock is a profound mystery – snow and leaves and spring are always used in the same sentence here abouts. Good thing I haven’t put my flannel pj away yet! I think a round comfort food is in order for all concerned!

Stay warm – Suze