Having rambled on yesterday about anxious food shopping, I now find myself looking out onto at least five inches of snow, no prospect of getting to Londinium as planned and several gaping holes in my Christmas shopping.
Is this bad karma or just weather? When has it ever been like this just before Christmas? It's normally damp and slightly warm. It's never arctic and freezing. It looks pretty though and if I ever get out of my pyjamas I might go for a toddle round and avoid being a snowball target.
Not to worry - good job I bought those frozen sprouts. I think there might be some chicken thighs in the freezer too.