What to write about on this chilly Saturday morning - no more snow, the glass has risen significantly and a weak, wintry sun is shining but when I opened the front door to look out I was met by an icy blast. Yes the wind is stronger.
Another week end arrives. Why week ends should be harder to get through during lock down than week days are, I am not sure. All I know is that I am always pleased to see Monday morning - especially so as next week I have several 'dates' booked on my calendar. On Monday a man is coming to fit another handrail - one which, come Summer, will enable me to get to the dustbins; on Tuesday I have to go to the Doctors for tests and a taxi will come to take me; on Wednesday evening the mechanic will come to collect my car and on Thursday he will service it and return it to me (with the bill I presume).
Next Friday, if everything goes ahead as planned, my friends will move from Windermere to Grange. At present they are busy packing and hopefully it will be all stations go.
Hopefully too by Monday the snow will have gone and dare we hope that we have seen the last of it for this winter? For the first week it is pretty but then it becomes tiresome and then after another week just a real nuisance. That is where we are at now.
If I have crocuses or snowdrops out in my garden then I am unaware of them. I think in this Covid climate we are even more desperate than usual for Spring to arrive. This morning The Times suggests that Covid is beginning to recede - let's hope this is true
Now in the late afternoon the morning's weak sun disappeared quickly and in its place a uniformly grey sky and a strong wind. The snow has not gone at all today and I am starting to worry that it will not have gone for my Doctor's appointment on Tuesday - I cannot go if there is any snow or ice underfoot.
Michael Palin in The Himalayas to look forward to tonight - wonderful programme.