It was meant to happen.
We’ve been spoiled with an amazing summer, and I believe that Mr Frost heard about it. He probably thought ”Oh, you guys had a nice summer, eh? Let me scrap your warm and fuzzy memories!”
Now he’s back.
And taking a (rare) walk to the convenience store, I came across him.
I know he’s just the work of a couple of kids (hopefully from the same family), but he still seemed to mean to tell me to forget about Christmas. Because yes, our government has just allowed us to attend two parties of a maximum of ten people each, between the 24th and the 27th of December. With a peak of 1464 cases today, I doubt that would be reasonable.
This is probably just a snowman… But I take it as a warning.
Then again, after eight months of staying home 99% of the time, I might have become a tid bit paranoid.
”Stay home” he said… Or was that just my inner voice?