Well I woke peacefully, still fully dressed, to snow falling thick, heavy and determined, there is no pretence or play about this snow.
But despite that, the dustmen got through, to take two measly bags that I managed to get out last night, along with the snow they were coated in.
This is real heavy determined snow, and you know that because I am ill, the doctors are going to tell me not to go and play in it, and you know what I think of that.
Sadly there is no-one I hate round here, so I can't build snowmen on anyone's cars or on their driveways.
I am sitting in bed, well, on my mattress, wrapped up, and although it doesn't feel cold, my breath steams in the air.
I am supposed to be working a shift at the shop this afternoon, I would hate for the snow to close the shop, the rural bus won't run but I can walk down to the main road, the town-to-town route will run no matter what.
The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.