Not the forecast

The forecast said that it would start snowing at 3am. I woke in the middle of the night and ... no snow.

In the light of dawn, I looked out and thought about the heavy snow that had been forecasted. Hmmm. The rain had removed this thin layer before NoaNoa awoke from his slumber and I knew I was going to have to prove that it had actually snowed (kind of).

Today I’ve begun the clearing out of a big space downstairs as the painter is back on Monday. Excitement :-)

A year ago today was my mums funeral. What a strange strange year has passed since.