Clear skies

The thaw seems to have set in a bit, leaving the village a bit less like Arctic wasteland. The dead cars remain in the street, though, like giant snowballs and I have no idea how the teetering elderfolks are managing on the lethal pavements.

I spent much of the day digging out my own car and chatting to people who were enthusiastically admiring my handiwork but not offering to help.

I was going out tonight but the jadedness from last night along with today's efforts may mean I will rest indoors.