Today we awoke to a blanket of snow. Miss Cat is disgusted, Miss Dog thinks it’s lovely. We’re hoping it gets rained away. It’s already caused considerable difficulties since someone was supposed to be coming to stay and we weren’t sure we could get down the drive: we suggested the visitor in question might stay in Aberdeen where she was supposed to be tomorrow night in any case, but then hung round the phone for hours waiting for confirmation that she wasn’t in fact stranded in Turriff — there was no way of knowing if she’d managed to make contact with tomorrow night’s hosts who could perfectly well have gone out for the day. All’s well, but it’s tiresome to be back to the improvisations and sudden panics of snow season. I don’t adore being rained on, but in this particular context, a lovely downpour will be fervently welcomed.