We woke up here in North Yorkshire to about an inch of snow and very icy conditions. It was certainly far too slippery for me to venture far. Friend W - true friend as always - called and took me into town to meet the 'girls' for coffee. I crossed the road very carefully; although it was beginning to melt there was still a lot of ice about.
Now I am home at 2.15, have eaten a bowl of steaming hot lentil and vegetable soup I made yesterday, and - on the advice of my Physio - am keeping warm. Writing my Christmas cards beckons. Having to tell so many friends about the death of the farmer means it will be a long process this year - so the sooner I begin the better.
My house number (19 on a piece of slate) arrived this morning. I have just rung the man who looks after my garden and he is going to come and fix it for me within the next few days. At present people have to work out the number for themselves as there is no number there at all.
Pale, cold blue sky outside.