As i write we are in the middle of a white out
looks like my gazebo wont survive as the weight of the snow is collapsing all the roof poles
at least ive my stash of cider, ma whisky my baccy n papers and the wife to annoy the hell outta me, what more could a man want
looks like my gazebo wont survive as the weight of the snow is collapsing all the roof poles
at least ive my stash of cider, ma whisky my baccy n papers and the wife to annoy the hell outta me, what more could a man want