Snow. The sky is white, white stuff is falling out of it, and quite a lot of white stuff has already fallen. Fortunately this state of affairs was anticipated by the Met Office, and so yesterday we posted the last presents and bought a considerable variety of food and drink. There was a bit of snow yesterday afternoon, enough to make a light dusting on the ground, and somewhere around midnight, I was outside with a torch and Miss Kit, having an argument. Miss Kit: ‘the ground’s cold and damp and horrid’. Me: ‘have a crap. I’ve seen the weather forecast and you haven’t’ Miss Kit: [half-hearted scraping, curls into miserable little ball] ‘Noooo’ . . . . So I gave up in the end and we went in. And now there is LOTS of snow and nothing has got any better and we will spend the rest of the day having a Bowels Drama. It’s all most annoying and predictable. However we have plenty of time for having a Bowels Drama since we are most certainly not going anywhere for a while.