The door flies open and the biggest damn Mick in the village comes in, snow covered and kicking the ice of his boots. His mustache and beard are filled with ice crystals and he stands his cross country skis in the corner..........AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH........nothing like a cruise around the Hidden Lake trail to get the blood moving........and speaking of blood moving, who are these faux layabouts that are rubbing THE FAIR ONE'S feet and shoulders. Perhaps we need to go for a walk and discuss this...........what THE FAIR ONE?..........OK,OK, put the griddle down, he can finish....Yes, Yes, I know that if I had been in here taking care of business then I could have been.......shit, DougR, please continue on.........huh?......get in the traces?????........Now you know that I would do almost anything for you, but I saw that Koko is going to be behind me........The griddle?.......I am deathly afraid of an Irishwoman under full sail with a griddle in her hand, but it will take a pistol to get me in those traces with Koko....FAIR ONE, where the hell did you get that pistol???????????..........shit, I want to go back to the Castle............