Drippy

Slightly bizarre weather this morning. Was woken to the sound of the girl child excitedly telling the boy child: "It's snowing!". And indeed it was.

Blizzard-like conditions for about half an hour left a generous dusting of snow, which was enough to be slippery but not pretty enough to justify a photo. And it soon melted, which meant my walk through the woods was punctuated by large, icy drips falling from the trees straight down the back of my neck. By the time I got home, the sun was belting down from the sky and most of the traces of the snowfall had gone. If I'd slept in a bit, I'd have missed the whole thing.

Typically schizophrenic Irish weather...