HAmish looked out of ThE window to see that the roads and pavements were unchanged. He reached for a skate for each foot and put on his heavy winter gear. He knew what to do about this spate or icy weather as he went about the business of heading to the local shop to restock their supplies of wheat and other essentials. When carrying them home he was very glad of his stave for support on the most icy uphill parts of the journey. He even felt bold enough to take a shortcut across the peaty ground that he would normally avoid altogether. Once home he unloaded the shopping and went to take off his skates. When he got back to the table, to his dismay, the meaty pasty had vanished and he saw his wife just finishing up eating it. "That was meant for me", he said in anguish, but she just smiled sweetly and he had to make do with some stale bread and marmite instead.
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