Something tells me I will have a slightly reduced writing output this year - it's not quite the same burning need. And it doesn't compare with your huge opus, or the speed with which it rushed out of you.

I love your little Brit-picking queries, and then the way they pop up in your fics and I get a thrill of recognition.

Snow will be lovely, unless it stops me from getting to birds, in which case I will not be happy. To be honest it will probably be long gone by the evening, but it will be nice if it makes things pretty for a while.