Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Snow noises, Chris dogs and soup.

1. Walking on snow and all the different sounds it makes. We've got the wrong sort of snow for that lovely crump crump crump sound, but I try to take comfort in the swooge of slush and the crunching of ice.

2. Chris summoning me downstairs to look out of his office window at two little dogs frollicking in the snow.

3. I cooked borscht. I've never done that before. Isn't it red! It's not a bad way of dealing with beetroot - the vinegar and the salt cuts through the cloying sweetness.