December 16th

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

Snow was a rarity actually, but when it did arise, there was always a flurry of activity. First of all, the staff would shovel the stuff away from any access areas, and salt and grit the floor to make sure that nobody would slip and fall.

And then Penny would charge full tilt into the extensive gardens to play, her hand knitted scarf always trailing along the ground, gathering great clods of the stuff.

Despite warnings about getting her clothes wet and catching a chill that would make her ill, she still flopped down in the snow and make angels. All this time laughing and giggling.

If Parker forgot to put FAB 1 away in the garage - which was pretty rare actually - she'd run her hands over the bonnet and windscreen, making silly faces and eyes. What she did with the leftover snow, was to pelt the poor man with crudely made snowballs.

But he didn't complain. Instead, he'd heft a few back, making sure that they weren't so tightly packed and wouldn't hurt her in any way.

When she grew tired, she'd head back indoors, where she'd curl up in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate and a few blankets.

Oh, those were the happiest memories.