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Happy New Year to you all, and I hope that you spent New Year’s Eve doing exactly what you wanted to do. We did: I went to bed early like an old lady, and Cat Daddy and Louis Catorze stayed up late for a special, extended Boys’ Club. After not minding fireworks, then disliking them, Catorze has changed his mind again and decided that, actually, they’re not so bad. Which is just as well as there were a lot of them, both at The Front and The Back.

Ever since late December, everyone* has been saying that we UK residents will be getting a snow bomb. I don’t even really know what a snow bomb is, but it sounds absolutely brilliant. 

*Mainly the trashy media outlets.

Now, I know that snow causes absolute chaos if you have something important to do, or if you need to travel to work. However, if you don’t have anything important to do, or if work is within reasonable walking distance, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

I don’t know whether or not Catorze likes the snow, because he hasn’t spent a great deal of time in it. However, since I have only managed to take two Catorzian snow photos – one of him, and one of his paw prints – in all the years that I’ve lived with him, and I think it’s about time that we had more. 

If you have been following Le Blog for any length of time, you will know that Catorze has a natural talent for producing the worst photographs imaginable (he does it on purpose), plus he’s not particularly compliant when we want him to do something. We are also dependent on the snow bomb being a real thing and not just some made-up shite, plus we need enough of it to fall in TW8 to make a presentable backdrop for a Catorzian photo shoot.

There are so many variables to consider here, but will the good spirits of 2026 make them work for us? 

*EDIT: obviously, when a snow bomb is on its way, sensible animals take refuge somewhere warm. Catorze, however, has just escaped out at The Front. It’s 11pm and I want to go to bed, but I am now doomed to a wakeful vigil until the little sod decides to come in. 

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