I don’t think I have ever been unable to make it into Black HQ. Nature's wrath, eh?
While it currently looks like this where I am in London:
It looks like this en route:
And like this where I need to be:
So I have been told to stay where I am.
I am not moving until it looks like this:
Because the last time I went out when it looked like this:
I lost one of these:
And could not have accounted for the loss felt by its absence, which led me the next day to return to the point where I had lost it; on a hill in the dark, stuck in the thick, treacherous snow and ice, back wheel revving insanely (somehow missed the snow-driving lesson as a youth); to find said glove looking rather like this:
Lesson: If you want to keep your beloved accessories from becoming road kill, do not make any unnecessary journeys. This also applies to anything cashmere-based.
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