This is the snow we were offered this morning, it was a little pathetic, but you know me, and snow is snow.
How are you? How's the toe, you've successfully really freaked Eve and I out, a lot.
I haven't really had a good couple days, not really, I'm a bit sad- sorry for crying on the phone, I don't want you to think I'm sad until you get back when you can make it up to me by buying me a new pair of boots, because remember I have no money, and mine are letting the snow seep it, which is awkward when it snows, we aren't even that close- the snow and I, it's just a casual thing the last/first months of the year.
The Canadians/ and or Americans are probably laughing at us, but this much snow is a big deal, and it was only ever you and I who got excited for it, and you're canoodling with the sun, so I'm trying to keep morale up for a whole Lotta relatives.
It's been too long now, it feels like a really long time, when you get back I'll be changed, I can say all sorts of swear words in Italian, it'll be brilliant, I'll teach them to you for when your chatting with Dad.
In case you didn't notice, we love the Italians, they love to say "vonder-fool" everything is "vonder-fool" it makes me smile.
This is Eve.
Your third born.
I'm missing you a LOT, it's so cold right now, I'm even wearing socks, admittedly they're not mine (found them in an unused toilet whilst looking for my underwear- you have to be in on the sarcasm) but given my stance on socks I'm pretty proud of myself.
I love you, and I miss you- funnily enough In sympathy, I walked into a drawer front whilst (stupidly) indulging my love of the dark, and now it's split from my nail down to the flesh in the middle and- as I just found out, burns like the fires of hell (Eve told me all about it) when it gets wet, hence the new boots.
Love you, be good.
Oh- it's snowing again!