In the morning, I posted 'text SNOW to Sophie to ascertain whereabouts at any given time.' It was silly, but snow brings out the child in all of us (well almost all of us, our neighbour, Psycho, who I mentioned in a blog post ages ago, had opened his window the night before and said, 'it's 1.2o in the bloody mornin' some've us 'ave to work in the mornin' do you know wa it is to work, do you?' to which my brother's snowball throwing friend replied 'sorry random angry man.' Let's just hope Psycho hasn't put a nail in my mother's tyre again as a result of said offence).
My friend Brigitte http://brigittesutherland.blogspot.com/ was finally ready to venture out of her humble abode to play.
So I arranged to meet her at the bottom of Cheltenham Rd. We met my friends Shaun, Jake and co. who had made it as far as outside their front door throwing snowballs, got bored and said we might see them later, we were off to find a hill to sled down on the silver IKEA tray that someone had put my sister's 21st cake on and left at our house after the cake hd been demolished and the blow up porn chair hopefully not sat on.
We passed this motorbike and took photos.
I suggested that we walk up the hill, through Kingsdown then on to Clifton Village, as Brigitte wanted to go up to the Observatory. So we walked up the hill, toward Freemantle Square. Kids were bravely sliding down on their bellies. We decided it must be safe and tried out the silver platter toboggan.
We left the hill to walk on, up through Kingsdown to Clifton Village, Bristol's Bath, playground of the rich. Recently I heard that they wanted to steal the lampposts from St. Andrews (less affluent but very middle class) because they were original. That was after they'd already stolen the pavements. I do not have proof to hand.
We walked through the cemetery in Clifton village. 
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