More snow!

I woke up on Friday morning and the snow was back. There was a good 8 inches of it on the front path. It did look very beautiful and I wouldn’t really have minded, but I had a dental appointment so I had to get to town somehow. After the last cancellation they would probably have crossed me off their patient list – well charged me anyway!

Hubby managed to get the car up the hill. He had left it at the bottom after taking Tony to work. We had to go down in reverse as there was no way he could turn around. There was a bit of slipping and sliding, but we got to the main road in the end. When we moved here 31 years ago I thought it was a beautiful place to live and I still love it, but at times like this I wonder if a little bungalow with a smaller garden on a properly made up road might be a better place to live in our old age! Perhaps when the boys have left home, if they ever do. I wouldn’t mind moving back to Shropshire, where I grew up. I don’t think I could live in a town, but maybe on the edge of a small one where I could walk to the shops and the railway station and be less dependent on Hubby driving me when I am not so well.

When we got to the dentist the snow was just as thick. He dropped me off outside and went to take several bags of wet laundry to the launderette to dry. We haven’t really got room for a dryer here but I am going to have to fit one in somehow if the weather goes on like this. I haven’t been able to dry anything on the line since November!

I read a lovely idea in an agony column a few days ago. The writer had always tried to keep a daily journal but never got down to it and her daughter had bought her a small diary and told her to write about one thing that made her happy each day. It only need be a sentence or two. I have decided to do that, too and so far this year have kept it up.

I watched the film ‘The Kite Runner’ on TV last night. It was very beautiful and I must read the book. I have read Khaled Hosseni’s other book ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ and it was amazing. Both are set in Afghanistan and set against the various invasions, wars and occupations over the past twenty or thirty years. They are told from the point of view of an ordinary citizen.

I am just coming to the end of the second Poldark novel. I read the whole series years ago and decided to read them again after our visit to Cornwall in September. They are so beautifully evocative of the area.