Third attempt to post...
We arrived at our weekend cottage yesterday evening to find the snow ploughs had done their usual performance of tearing up tarmac, damaging parked cars, blocking our driveway and similar socially valuabvle functions. And then joy of joys the heating has failed and we have at least one cracked pipe. Solution: Go and camp at that den of iniquity known as Milu's country estate or weekend shack. This morning I wake look out of the window and the damn snow has turned pink, it is totally gross! Milu and my husband Armando have gone into town for essential supplies and to gee up the plumbers at my place a bit, there's a girl hogging the best bathroom so I'm having a play with Milu's digital camera, I'm not sure how well the image reproduces but the reality is horrid. It's also supposed to be corrosive!
