Twelve Swans

It's so cold, the car seems to have frozen.  I doubt I can do anything with it until we get a bit of a thaw.  So I walked The Bairn to nursery this morning, and when I returned later to pick her up, a wobbly V of swans flew across my path, between me and the weak, low winter sun.  I counted them, and there were twelve. 

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  1. Reading that reminded me of the first episode of The Sopranos.
    Do they have Italian-American therapists on the west coast of Scotland?

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  2. No, but I do spend many's the evening with a Sopranos boxed set.

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  3. Don't climb into your swimming pool whilst wearing your dressing gown.

    That's how it always starts.

    I spent a good ten minutes last night watching the phone call scene from Pine Barrens on YouTube. "He's an interior decorator. He killed ten Czechoslovakians."
    "Really? His house looked like shit."

    Never fails.

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