
We've had a nice couple of days but today the snow kicked in again.

I might be banging on the bishop's door tonight asking him where he keeps the whisky.
David Hume was looking a little put out at being barefoot and clad only in a toga. His friend Adam Smith down the way looked no happier and was hoping that the "Invisible Hand" might somehow sweep a little snow off his brow.
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