Snow

As someone once said "If this week was a fish I'd throw it back". The mother and father of all snowfalls descended on Sussex on Wednesday night. The coastal towns rarely see so much snow. No trains from Brighton - only one bus has gone along our normally busy road and few people are out. I am in hibernation as I am none too steady on my feet and am afraid of falling. I don't want the neighbours to speculate whether I've had a glass too many!

Our patchwork Christmas dinner has been cancelled. My very nice help couldn't come as the school her children go to has been closed. And to cap it all my laptop came over all peculiar and wouldn't start. I have been suffering withdrawal symptoms. Mike came to the rescue so here I am.

I can't ever remember my schools being closed because of bad weather. Living in the centre of London I do remember it snowing but not deep snow. In the thirties I walked over Lambeth Bridge along the Embankment to Vauxhall Bridge to school and back four times a day. No school dinners! Lunchtime was from 12 till 2p.m. If it was raining hard I might be given a penny to go halfway on the tram. ( I usually walked and illicitly bought an orange or some sweets).

No wonder my husband once described me as a tough old bird.