Dusting of snow – and it’s bloody cold

Having slept in the basement last night, I was awoken by the usual tapdancing elephants at 8am. Saw the boy off to school, had a quick chat with Mrs. Ottawacker, then got down to a series of niggling chores: emailing the car rental place in Portugal to see why they were still charging our card; arranging doctor’s appointments; downloading photos; laundry… etc.
 
It was a cold day and we had the first flakes of snow. These are the outliers. They trick you into misery, but in fact don’t stay for long. We’re only at -2º at the moment, so I should be happy… but, well, you know me. I worked solidly and well until just after noon, then got derailed a little, before getting back into the saddle with the kind uxorial prompt that I needed to get the chicken in the oven… First, of course, I needed to get it out of the fridge…
 
Called Bettina for her birthday and managed to leave a message in German than might not have contained a single correct sentence. Even for me, that is not good.
 
Ate later than planned. Then we settled in to watch a Digging for Britain. Apparently, it was quite good. I slept through most of it and can only remember that Alice Roberts’ hair changed halfway through the programme. Whatever happened to continuity editors?
 
Awoke at 4 with sever stomach cramps. Nobody else has any issue, so I can put it down to something other than not getting the chicken out of the fridge early enough, I think.