Any real amount of snow is rare in the old metrop, which means that winter tends to be grey and slushy instead of white and crisp and that there isn't even the excuse of drifts at one's door when one looks out at the grey sky and doesn't want to go anywhere.
As is usual, I woke to Jeeves with the morning Darjeeling, everything looking washed out in the cloudy light.
"Well, Jeeves?" I asked him, sitting up and sampling the tea, which as perfect as always.
"The day is most unwelcoming, sir," he said, and climbed in beside me.
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Any real amount of snow is rare in the old metrop, which means that winter tends to be grey and slushy instead of white and crisp and that there isn't even the excuse of drifts at one's door when one looks out at the grey sky and doesn't want to go anywhere.
As is usual, I woke to Jeeves with the morning Darjeeling, everything looking washed out in the cloudy light.
"Well, Jeeves?" I asked him, sitting up and sampling the tea, which as perfect as always.
"The day is most unwelcoming, sir," he said, and climbed in beside me.