Heather, my flatmate and I decided our comfort food was marshmallows, hot chocolate and afghans. The following depicts our cold Sunday evening, plus I threw in some pictures of my snowman which I made (as Uni was closed for the day).
10.30pm Heather roasting Marshmallows in our fire, while watch The Good Wife (a perfect chilly Sunday night in)
Our letterbox, a little snowed under
11.45pm Sunday night - Heather came and got me out of bed to see the pretty powder outside
The street covered in snow (was much thicker the next morning when we woke up).
Note: His mouth = a wedge of onion, his eyes = rasins and his nose = a garlic clove