Ice, Ice baby.

This weather has teeth.

My beloved Ally set off for work at 0820 and took 7 hours not to get there. The white frosting fell for 8 hours and the road network ground to a halt. He had his crisps, flask, clothes and sleeping bag......just in case, but even his winter tyres couldn't stop the lorries jack-knifing and snarling up the traffic in front of him.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I was slaving away clearing some of the 7" of white fluffyness from the drive, making Tuscan bean soup, wrapping lots of Christmas pressies and welcoming Curlyfries back from school as it closed at 1100.

It was all go.

Have just awoken from an unscheduled nap. Am I getting old?
Don't answer that.