Good morning and welcome to an Arseblog produced from where I can only assume has overnight become beyond The Wall. It is frozen this morning. I wasn't even satisfied with the crunch of the grass under foot when I took the boy to nursery this morning, and that's most unusual, since I do love a good crunch (mental note: buy more crunchy nut cornflakes). The nursery staff didn't have freaky blue eyes, but then I haven't looked in a mirror this morning, so I can't say for sure that I don't either. The sun is trying to make its way up over the horizon, which is making for a lovely pink sky, but at this point I'm not sure it can actually be arsed, and I can't say I blame it. Brrr. News of...
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