Wake up this morning to an inch of snow and an icy wind. The temperature is neither freezing nor thawing, but sitting on 0 degrees.
I am afraid I am a bit of a traditionalist and I still do my main washing load on a Monday. Because there was a sharp wind blowing and the sun was out, I decided to peg it out on the line and in no time at all it was dry. For the first time in weeks I ironed sweet-smelling clothes full of fresh air - and it was a delight I can tell you.
Now, mid-afternoon, the snow is beginning to go and while this morning everywhere was beautiful and pristine-white, it is now a dirty grey and slushy. So any positive feelings I had about it this morning (and believe me they were very scanty to start with) have vanished and I am looking towards drawing the curtains, switching on soft lighting and sitting by the log burner.
Did anyone else watch the BAFTA awards last night? Is it just me and sour grapes? After all, I love the cinema and admire many of the actors greatly, but as they walk down the red carpet (particularly the women I have to say) there do seem to be a lot of poseurs, lots of preening women, standing in the pose which they know shows them off to their best advantage. Of course there are men too but George Clooney I would forgive anything.
And of course, just as I am thinking this and getting rather sickened by it all, along comes Judi Dench, looking as charming as ever, and then Helen Mirren - two ladies of such elegance, neither of whom appear to have the slightest 'side' to them and I think I am imagining it all.
My photograph shows the front garden at eight o'clock this morning - now it is a very different picture with lots of slush about. Still, the aconites are still glowing yellow under the shrubs and I am clinging on to that. Spring is not far away.