Six inches of snow this morning. I knew it before I got out of bed - somehow the light shining under the blind was too white. It has gradually gone as the day has progressed but now and again a heavy snowstorm sweeps in. The forecaster says a couple of days of this stuff then a bit warmer. Can't come soon enough.
My last couple of days has been taken up with arranging my Booster Covid 19 injection. These days things like this get me in such a fluster, my shaking gets worse and to quote my son I 'get in a state'. First my son found me a place in Northallerton - twenty five miles away. Then my friend M told me that perhaps I could get it in Hawes - a little local market town. I rang but couldn;t understand what they were saying, so friend S rang and - to cut a long story short I am getting it there in a fortnight. S is taking me and, would you believe it, when asked about disabled access for me the chemist said not to worry - he would come out to the car and give me the injection. People are so helpful.
I have just ventured across the road to the letter box - it is my God-daughter's birthday and I needed to post her card. That wind is cutting. I am not surprised Rachel's cats had no desire to leave their comfortable cushions. It is freezing cold and the North wind is blowing.
The North wind doth blow
and we shall have snow,
and what will the robin do then poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn
to keep himself warm,
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing,