Call me biased, but I think this is a pretty good drawing of a shark for a four-year-old. Admittedly Oliver has a plastic shark for use in the bath, but he was doing it from memory. What a star!

Dot was still very rough yesterday. It had snowed again overnight, and I had to drive to Halesworth to see a trainee at 11.30am. Most of the snow had melted by then, and there was practically none south of Alburgh, but the usual stretch of a mile and a bit near Hardwick was still packed, icy snow when I reached it – and lethal if you didn’t take it very slowly indeed. The stretch includes two nasty corners, and someone had clearly gone into the hedge earlier – though the absence of a vehicle clearly meant he had extricated himself. Or it had melted.

I’ve written a bit in next week’s page about this curious phenomenon. Many times when Dot drove to school the roads were clear until she reached that stretch, when she was faced with ice or snow. Must be a gateway into another dimension, possibly Narnia.

The visit to induct the trainee went well, and I enjoyed the drive back: by then most of the snow had gone, but that stretch was still slippery. It was actually quite a pleasant day, with bright sunshine.

Later I walked into the city to buy an international money order from the bank. I sent it off this morning. Most of the snow has vanished, despite a fresh overnight sprinkling, but it’s now overcast.