Some say our neighbourhood is a little… should we say, ‘rough’. I’d agree, even my snowman was beaten to a pulp.
Anyway, luckily I took this snap of him while he was in his prime. As you can see, he was a tall, thin, proud, well-dressed snowman sculpted entirely from pure fresh snow – no dirty lumps of coal or rotten carrots in sight. With hindsight, however, I should have stopped short of sticking his tongue out – I think that’s what upset the ‘locals’.