By contrast here, Mrs Tootlepedal reported snow on the lawn when she got up. By the time that I had unearthed myself, the snow had all but disappeared. It was that kind of day. One minute there was sunshine and the next there was a hailstorm. Out of the back window, we could see snow on Whita.
Out of the front window there was not a flake to be seen. There were birds to be seen of course.
Once the temperature had hit 5°, Mrs Tootlepedal joined me for a pedal. Our route was flexible and…
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