They are amusing, the dear ickle things! Mr fb goes into a petulant sulk everytime a single snowflake falls, thinking he's going to be marooned in the house for weeks unable to drive his car. We got snowed into a holiday cottage a couple of times in the Pyrnees and it seems to have mentally scarred him for life. Needless to say, I loved it!!!

Am now going to drag the dear boy out for a nice healthy walk in the French countryside!

PS How's the rimming fic going? *pokes with fork*