Behind closed doors

Thrush on bird table: a rare visitor in the snow.
The road outside our front door earlier today.

Plenty of snow fell last night, some during the morning and a bit more this evening, but during the day the temperature hoisted itself above freezing, and I was able to drive to the chemist for my repeat prescription. Quite a pleasant little outing, in fact, as there were so few vehicles on the road. Hard to get warm, even inside the house, though the heating is functioning normally enough. The Broadband connection has also miraculously reasserted itself and all seems to be well. Spent most of the day writing my sermon for Sunday: have also been asked to write and present an appreciation of Rosemary – from the church – at the funeral, which is a bit of an honour. Dot has been sorting out her schools, but of course they’re all closed, and her intention to fix up visits has been frustrated. Usual complaints about closed schools from those who regard schools as child-minding institutions. England held on miraculously for a draw in Third Test in Cape Town (just round the corner from where we stayed at the Vineyard), which means we’re leading 1-0. Could easily have been losing 2-1. That’s sport for you. Have booked hotel in Portsmouth for Holly wedding, just before realising that Portsmouth is very, very close to Southampton. We could call in and see my nephew. David Kett is also close by. This is a part of the country I rarely visit, so it would be handy to drop in…