What a pretty, *jolly* song this is. And from Gloucestershire, too (<--ancestral turf). This would be a good one to sing on Christmas Day after quaffing too much Bailey's.
...hee! Banjos!...
Good luck getting home. My city is paralysed by snow maybe once every couple of years, simply because we get almost no snow, and accumulations are so rare that we don't have enough equipment or infrastructure to deal with them quickly. So I'm certainly not going to sneer at London!
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What a pretty, *jolly* song this is. And from Gloucestershire, too (<--ancestral turf). This would be a good one to sing on Christmas Day after quaffing too much Bailey's.
...hee! Banjos!...
Good luck getting home. My city is paralysed by snow maybe once every couple of years, simply because we get almost no snow, and accumulations are so rare that we don't have enough equipment or infrastructure to deal with them quickly. So I'm certainly not going to sneer at London!