I don’t like winter. I didn’t miss it when I was in the UK and I am not happy to be experiencing it again. I think I sort of got enough of it when I lived in Ottawa. But, once in a while, winter is okay. In fact, it’s kind of fun.
One of the few times he’s actually left a hat on his head:
As much as Mark wanted to push him down, I did not let him go down this hill. He’s got enough winters to wipe out ahead of him, no need to rush it.