Icicle.

''How to Commit the Perfect Murder'' was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

-- Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones


After yesterday's snow, today was baltic!

The back garden still looks a bit like Narnia.

When I went out to work mid-afternoon, I was amazed to see that there was an icicle hanging on to my wing mirror. It clung on for most of the drive from Dundee to Perth, that's how solid it was! The ice on the mirror itself never melted though, it's still there now, frozen.

Brrrrrr!