Today it seems to cold for us to go outside.
We three girls sit huddled under blankets, wrapped in pashminas and topped off by woolly hats.

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Supernatural appears to be beginning to remember what it is and how it is supposed to go and what our boys are supposed to be doing - thank heaven.
( Sam is, of course, an abomination (and his chest and shoulders are a gift from the gods) )