Well, going out for a walk is certainly not an option today. It was quite pleasant when I got up (just after six as it is my carer's week end off and my reserve carer comes just after seven to fit in with her other commitments.)
But by the time I had washed and dressed, breakfasted and cleaned my teeth it became obvious once the blinds were drawn back that the roads were icy and there had been a fall of snow overnight. And within the next hour or so it snowed again - all morning. Now there has been about an inch of the pretty but horribly inconvenient stuff, the clouds are clearing away, the sun is coming out and the sky is clear blue.
I am wearing my new, delightful and beautifully knitted socks from Jenny (My Life in Flip Flops on my side bar) so at least I am warm. And apparently we can say good-bye to this weather today for a day or two or though it does not promise to be much warmer.
I find my thought today drifting back time and again to the refugees in those dreadful camps by Dunkirk. Whatever one's view on the refugee crisis, nobody would wish to see those young men women and children out under canvas in weather like this - thank goodness for the volunteers who seem to be supplying them with warming food. What kind of life the children will have after a start like this I just can't imagine. Nor can I imagine what it must be like to be so afraid in one's country that fleeing thousands of miles across often hostile country in search of a better life is preferable to staying put.
We look at - and complain about - so much here. We need I think to stop and think as the winter draws in that we have much to be grateful for.
Wrap up well dear friends - see you tomorrow.