At least the roads are clear enough to get out of the village and into the relative civilisation of Oxford where I can go to the gym (running being pretty tough in the eight-odd-inches of snow and, anyway, there's not really anywhere to run in The Village) and the shops (not that I really feel like shopping).
The cats, meanwhile, alternate between being severely unimpressed by the snow and (in the case of the one that thinks he's a dog) thinking it's an amazing, extensive game that has been laid on for him.
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