It was the middle of winter and a good snow had been forecast. The three of us had decided to head off into the mountains up to the old lodge to go and do some skiing, I was driving you up as we lived fairly close and Jack was joining us later once he got off work.
We arrived at the place and got the stuff out of the car, we had bought enough food for a small army. We settled in and I got the fire going, the next thing we knew we were sat with a chilled bottle of wine in front of a roaring fire and the snow had started. You looked out of the window in consternation, it was snowing quite hard now, how was jack going to get up here to join us.
I opened the door and took a look outside, the road was already cut off, fairly soon the mobile rang and it was jack, he was stuck in a hotel down at the bottom of the mountain, he was not going to be able to reach us for a couple of days but he would join us then, I told him we were fine and would wait it out then see him in a few days.
We sat in front of the fire quietly talking about what we had been up to and drank more of the wine, soon you were laughing at my appallingly bad joke and huddling closer as the cold crept into the room, we moved to sit on the rug in front of the fire, just to be closer to the warmth.