Snowed under

Worcestershire has been under an amber snow warning all day, and though the lying snow in the garden in only boot-deep, R tells me that some of the drifts on his walk this morning were thigh-high. Neither of our cars is up to climbing out of an icy trench, so we're effectively stuck until this pair of weather fronts blows through.

If Ocado don't make it here in the morning, I may be asking you to airlift us a food parcel.

Today I've tidied up a couple of the galleries in my web site, and reported six weeks' worth of bugs from last summer. I'm now so bored I'm about to explode.

It's still snowing....