We awoke this morning to discover we’d had an overnight sprinkling of the white stuff. As nice as it looks, it’s a bloody nuisance when the kids need taking to school and you’ve a hundred other chores that need doing. Why? I asked myself, could this not have happened a month ago, at Christmas. Wouldn’t it have been lovely to spend a day curled up in front of the fire, looking out at the snow with the Christmas tree lit up by fairy lights, and nothing better to do than relax.
Ah, well. That’s life.