"Are you coming with us, my love?" Keith asked, hooking the lead onto John's collar, and Agnes glanced at the window; the wind was sending huge fluffy snowflakes swirling in a glittering dance just outside, filling the air.

"It's fucking freezing. . ." Agnes shivered, then sighed. "But yes, just let me bundle up first. It's pretty, but I don't want to freeze any more than necessary."

I love snow but I have a dog - with a thick fluffy coat, who doesn't feel the cold. I have been freezing a lot lately. >.>