“Would ya stop throwing fecking snowballs at me and help me build this thing!” The Irishman laughed his normal jolly, loud laugh as he dodged yet another of your snowballs. “I mean it! I wanna get this done and show it off..”

Sean had woken you up a lot earlier than what you normally would want for a cold December morning. He had dragged you around to get coffee - although you could have sworn you tasted a hint of rum - and wrapped you up in a scarf, hat and gloves.

“Go grab my spare hat from my tent, this snowman has gotta be dapper!” He chuckled, clearly proud of the mere idea