Snow

A little bit of snow, not so much covering the landscape as clinging on with icy fingernails to well-insulated roofs and shadowed corners of the garden. Further inland the airports are shut and the motorways closed; petroleum gas containing tankers rolled over on the ice and stranded holiday makers-in-waiting dozing fitfully on airport carpet. Snowy rain falling, in deference to the warring meteorologists who predict rain OR snow, now both can be correct!! Barry's Mum calls to find out if she can be confident of the coaches running tomorrow when she treks down to Dorset to be with Auntie Barbara, again. The conversation edges around minus degrees and conflicting predictions, underlying opportunity to NOT GO this year! We may all be afforded a reprieve from family Christmas Travel duty. My own family is present-less as our planned trip had to be called off due to 'weather warnings'.This year... I am finding it difficult to locate my christmas spirit. It seems to be frozen on a slip road and the routes may not reopen before New Year. I'm in need of a dose of Jingle Bells, but I'm more likely to win a timely dose of Christmas Flu, courtesy of my congested daughter. Am I just getting too old for this? Or should I be out searching for the meaning of celebration amongst the tinsel and half-price last-minute-gifts cornucopia, preparing to pretend that all is well and all is well and Ho Ho Ho, all is well...