I always associate snow with posh. With leisure.
When the snow is bad enough here to feechewer on the News they first of all show the workers struggling to start their day. A montage of motorists in various embrrassing position which I needn't describe as you will have seen them all yourself. Then they will say that not everybody finds the snow a dreadful pain in the neck and cut to a hillside where kids and mums are sliding around, building snowmen and throwing snowballs. It brings tears to my eyes. That scene usually leads into a Baxter's Hearty Scotch Broth ad. showing a lovely looking housewife serving up large bowls of steaming soup to two hungry rosy-cheeked kids, and a meechy looking bloke, with some crusty farmhouse cobs of bread on the side and the window panes half covered in snow.
What about the stuffed head on the wall? Somebody has written BERNIE underneath with a thick felt tip. Quite neatly. I thought it might look cute opposite the Manet.
I nipped into the other place
on my way back from KLEENUPS and they were all reading the menu again. The Commodore was in.