It is definitely thawing, though this evening's forecast rain appears to be decidedly white at the moment. I am happily ensconced with a nearly-ready pot roast pheasant, and tomorrow brings housework in anticipation of next weekend's parental visit (I didn't get a lot done during the Olympics, though my ironing basket was actually empty on Monday evening), and a lunchtime trip to Grave of the Fireflies.
*The bit shielding the playing fields from the ring road. The high winds meant that the actual fields had had most of the snow blown off them, hence park environs only. Fortunately it is a big park.
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