Glancing at the photo he remarked, ‘Looks like you had a lovely holiday with your family… while I was trying to survive in my unheated hive! I had to melt snow in my oven just to have my morning wash and to make tea! You youngsters, you don’t know you’re born…’
Ignoring him, I said, ’I’m sorry you had such a horrible time, Wilson, but it was unavoidable!’
‘I know,’ he replied, ‘and it wasn’t totally awful – not all the time, anyway – Biro and me did go out and build some wicked snowmen!’
He handed me another photograph.
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