Smokin' Snowman
 Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 14th, 2010  Posted in: Everything Tags for this post: #uksnow | Crookes | Sheffield | Weather.   The first time I spotted her, she was very curvaceous, but noticeably lacking something. I idly wondered if my neighbour was sculpting Ann Boleyn, but then I spotted him making the snowball that was destined to become her head.
Her consort appeared the next day. Not sure who added the cigarette, but I think he looks rather good, huddled against the cold. Of course, I’m assuming that he is a real snowman and not just some hapless smoker who stood around for too long…
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The real three-legged cat
Welcome! Hi, I'm Lois Lindemann. Welcome to my blog!
This is where I blither on about life, the universe and everything - sometimes even three-legged cats.
I am: a resident of Sheffield (it's been my home town for more than 20 years), a Londoner, a teacher of maths and ICT and a student of French.
I like: cats, Sheffield, walking, doing the pub quiz, maths, cooking, reading, red wine, theatre, weekends in London, cycling, eating out, museums, gardening, going to the cinema, real ale, learning French and spending far too much time online. (My partner, Mr TLC, says this is making me sound like a lonely hearts ad. Oh well.)
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Very cool.
One thing about snow: it does bring out the artistic tendencies.
Outside my home was a five-foot-high model of a penis. There’s no way it was my dirty mind seeing something crude in a dodgy snowman; this was far too realistic for any mistakes.
Unfortunately, by the time the light had returned the next day and I ventured out with my camera the head had fallen off the penis.
And it’s not often I get to write that …