It's cold and has been snowing on and off for days. But not solidly enough to even build a snowman. Bah.
Cold weather means beloved wife cannot continue with garden project, resulting in grumpiness. Beloved elder sister on the other hand has fled to the British Museum, which is, according to her text, "the best museum yet".
Emily sees no problem with any of these, and continues her vigorous attempt to eat any tissues lurking around.
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