The end of the ice age

I thought, as we travelled slowly homeward that Sunday, that the station platforms were cold and drafty: but I thought this was simply the nature of station platforms. It was only when our taxi brought us home at midnight to a street unexpectedly glittering with frost, that I realised the weather had changed for the colder. Followed a week in which the frost never quite cleared from the hill in which we live, Neighbours did their best to scatter the salt-ans- grit provided by the council, and there have been no traffic-related catastrophes this year (touch wood) but we played it safe and did not leave the house.

No, not even to go to the pub quiz. But we did take the quiz online, and I was glad we had, because there is a question in the first round specially for me!

This week is milder: windy, but nothing like as spectacular as conditions elsewhere in the country, and we are making plans to go out. Pub quiz on Wednesday certainly, but first, lunch with J. tomoorrow. I hope we are not tempting fate...