You humans are such a bunch of contemptible pantywaists. A few flakes of snow fall and you stock up your fallout shelters with Hovis and horse burgers as if the End of Days was nigh.
Me bro Mordecai was up at dawn for his daily constitutional and without a moment's hesitation threw himself head first into a deep carpet of snow. Admittedly, he didn't regain consciousness for some time after we dragged him back into the mine and burned a copy of Exchange & Mart under his nose, but at least he had proved he wasn't going to change his routine due to a bit of weather.
Oh, yes. Happy new year. Apologies for disappointing my public with radio silence over the last few weeks, but Cheryl sat on my laptop and Uncle Lucas has been a bit bolshie about wearing his DIY hat since his exhaustive spanner-thumping of the harmonium before Xmas.
Anyway, I'm up and running again so despair not, my people. I have some very exciting developments to relate to you shortly. Keep tuned in.
Groida is still getting mileage - literally - out of his train. He'll wear out the rails at this rate. The rest of us already have ear worm from him singing "Casey Jones, steaming and a-rolling'" etc at all hours of the day and night. I must have broken an entire hall of mirrors in a previous incarnation.
