What a pain in the arse the weather has been here in Boston. Snow, lots of it, Wind, scarily cold. Needles of snow jabbng your skin,
Just crossing the road, it was.
That's Dolores and Lexie walking back from the shop. I would have gone with them. But I don''t do shopping, Unless it's for beer.
Scary that I can name more friends in Boston than Newark. Bloody Lincolnsire.
The big event is just two days away - my book-signing in Meadhall. Do come along if you're in the area,
I'll be shelterig until tomorrow.
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