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So I'm just getting started on the Giles/Xander smut and David calls; why don't I dig out the hose and we can set up the instant ice rink we got in a fit of madness at the weekend (it's basically a giant platic bag, 10x20 foot and you fill it with water, let it freeze, rip off the top and hey, rink for the kids in the back garden.
So after searching for twenty minutes in the basement I find the hose in the garage and think, hmm, it'll be dark when he gets in, sun's shining, I'll do it myself.
Get shovel, move thinnish layer of snow to edges, make grassy rectangle. Easy. Unfold plastic sheeting. OK. Wrestle it down as gale appears and snow begins to whirl around me. Eek! Try to hold down edges with light, powdery snow weighing nothing. Get angry. Drag over planter, shovel, seesaw we left out, anything to hold down this wildly flapping sheet. Manage it. Get hose. Tap outside is frozen and nothing will come out. This hose won't fit on kitchen tap. Hose that will is in impenetrable 40 foot long tangle in basement. Snow gets thicker. Realise I can't feel my face and it's minus 12 before windchill.
Remember Giles is still standing there behind a bent over Xander. Priorities shift and settle. Come inside.
All is a faint pink mist but it's getting better now.
So after searching for twenty minutes in the basement I find the hose in the garage and think, hmm, it'll be dark when he gets in, sun's shining, I'll do it myself.
Get shovel, move thinnish layer of snow to edges, make grassy rectangle. Easy. Unfold plastic sheeting. OK. Wrestle it down as gale appears and snow begins to whirl around me. Eek! Try to hold down edges with light, powdery snow weighing nothing. Get angry. Drag over planter, shovel, seesaw we left out, anything to hold down this wildly flapping sheet. Manage it. Get hose. Tap outside is frozen and nothing will come out. This hose won't fit on kitchen tap. Hose that will is in impenetrable 40 foot long tangle in basement. Snow gets thicker. Realise I can't feel my face and it's minus 12 before windchill.
Remember Giles is still standing there behind a bent over Xander. Priorities shift and settle. Come inside.
All is a faint pink mist but it's getting better now.