And it snowed last night....and as it is the 1st of December I'm beginning to feel Christmas'sy so that means Beatrix Potter and the Tailor of Gloucester...enjoy
If you hold your nose to the Grindstone and you leave it there long enough, Then soon you'll say there's no such things as brooks that babble and birds that sing, these three will all your world compose, just you, the stone and your poor old nose.
