It started snowing a little in the morning, so I was sensible and filled up the car with petrol and popped my Northern Nights feather blanket in the back 'just in case'. I painted the final cupboard door and glossed the games room door (see my previous post), then sat down to watch the second half of the footie on Sky.
I'd just put the dinner in the oven and run a bath to get ready for work when Daniel came in and said it appeared we'd been teleported to Finland! There was a thick blanket of snow of four or five inches coating everything in sight, including the road out of our village.
I decided to leave for QVC straight away and gingerly made my way down the hill and headed for the roundabout that leads me on to the fairly flat main road into London. Oh dear – it'd already taken me 20 minutes to drive a stretch of road that normally takes me two! And even worse, the route I was planning to take was bumper to bumper as far as the eye could see.
I realised it was foolhardy to keep going so I carried on around the roundabout to head home… easier said than done. The hill I'd carefully negotiated down proved to be impossible to get back up, so I rolled the car back to the kerb and prepared to do the final half mile on foot.
That's when my 'knight in a shiny four-wheel drive' came to my rescue and offered to tow me up the hill – if you were that knight then THANK YOU!!! I eventually got back indoors about two hours after I'd left, having travelled a grand total of four miles! And a BIG thank you to Julian Ballantyne who stayed at QVC to cover my hours.
As I write this on Thursday afternoon we still have lots of lying snow – how is it in your part of the country?
Take care and keep warm!