a week in wellies

Is anyone tired of the snow yet? Yes, round here, a lot of people are. Main roads are clear but it's hard to get in and out of the side roads. There haven't been any major snow falls for a few days, but the drifts are still there because the temperature's never above freezing for very long.

But it's beautiful. The children are still loving it, and when it's gone it's gone. Make the most of it.

Wellies are the accessory of choice. Schools have been closed, but a few brave mothers and their children cleared their way to toddlers and after school club this week. The lassie is here this weekend, much to the delight of lovely younger son, and that makes it Christmas again.

A good long talk ('blether' is the Scots word for it, and can't be bettered) with an old friend is one of life's great joys, and when the friend has also been a colleague in the writing world it can be quite inspirational, too. So highlights of this week have been a long phone blether with a dear friend, and making contact again with a delightful person I'd lost touch with.

Our electricity was off for a long time yesterday - after dark - so the three of us curled up round the gas fire with torches, candles, and books Power cuts are good for books. Not so good for having a bath, though.