Ham and Snow

Despite the premonitions of springtime that certain days last week promised - or at least rumoured, I wake today to find that it is snowing outside. Tyrannical white / grey sky, the colour of existential childhood nightmares, drifting flakes meandering insolently to the ground, and perturbed seagulls on the roofs of the houses opposite.

My ham had frozen together in the fridge, and had to defrost them by means of the toaster and kettle.