On Sunday the extreme weather meant I had to find a daring new approach to parish rounds.
I'd long suspected that beneath my church hat lurked a Hell's Angel and, after decades of demureness, I decided it was time to take blameless parishioners for a ride.
High on speed, I eliminated all, even the church verger, who stood in my path...
..and resolved to show the world I was a woman with balls.
My ruthlessness, though, proved to be my downfall:
So now I am resigned to life in the slow lane. But I have bought a racy new hat to live it in!
This week's challenge at Julia's Place requires us to add 100 words to the words the extreme weather meant. But, naturally, I was going to write about the snow anyway...