While I was burrowing out of the driveway to set my Mini free, I turned the excess snow into a Snow Doll.
Not an ordinary snowman, not a snowwoman but a Snow Doll.
It doesn't have any arms because they keep falling off. I suppose that's what happened to the Venus de Milo.
To be honest, from the angle I took the picture it looks as if the Snow Doll is taking on quite a provocative stance with pouting lips. Hence the name Doll. Granted she's a bit heavy in the hip area to be a Pussycat Doll, but it's bloody freezing out, so this is as good as it gets.
I hope Dr Livingstone doesn't give it a kiss when he comes home tomorrow. Or some lonely farmer steals it under cover of darkness.