Yes typical indeed. Just when we begin to marvel at the absolutely glorious sunrises (they were exquisite last week - especially when flocks of rooks chose to fly right across the deepest red part), just when folk began to say,"at last the dawn is coming that bit earlier and did you notice it was still light at half past five last night?" February chooses to remind us that Winter is not yet past. It obeys the Weather Forecasters on the TV - they said the snow would begin here in the foothills of the Pennines at around 8am yesterday - they were two minutes out. 8.02am light snow began to fall. By tea time the darkness had set in and it was turning to sleet. But February had the last laugh - the temperature went down a tad (minus 0.5 degrees C according to my carer's phone), what had been sleet turned to 1p sized snow flakes and when I went to bed there was about four or five inches of the stuff (sorry in an emergency metrics go out of the window quicker than a gnat's fart as a dear member of staff in my teaching days used to say - a male member I hasten to add as it is certainly not ladylike language).
My milkman delivers my Friday milk at 5am. He walks across my front lawn and I haven't the heart to tell him to use the drive at that time in the morning. When I unlocked the front door and looked out at about a quarter to seven his footprints were melting nicely. And now - at 1.48pm according to this dear laptop - the cars have swished the slush off the road and into the gutters and there is green grass where his feet trod.
Apparently there were photographs abounding on Facebook of abandoned cars littered across the roads through Wensleydale (we are a mile or so outside the National Park and just in the 'foothills' of the Pennines so not so bad here).
Neither of my morning carers for today could get here on time. W had to go right into the Pennines for an hour before 7am (and managed it as much of the worst of it had melted overnight) and J couldn't get the car out of the garage.
So a rather different (and rather nice ) morning. I always get my own breakfast (porridge this morning - Flahavan's Organic Jumbo Oats) with the obligatory prunes, banana, grapes and orange juice. Two cups of tea. Times spot on cue at 8am, Mind Games until 9.30 and then half an hour of TV News on 231. A message from both carers. W to say she would call in on passing = she lives nearby = to bring in the milk and see if I was OK (I was) and one from J to say she would be round shortly. So here I am - showered, dressed, sprayed with Elizabeth Arden Toilet Water, de-whiskered (a secret from the Boudoir - everything might slow down when one is on 'End of Life Care' but whiskers just have not got the message yet).
My Son is bringing my Grandson, over from Shanghai, later - that means a nice chat and I am so looking forward to it.
Hope you are all coping with the weather here in the UK - it is set to get better over the next few days.