I smell snow!

(You know, I’ll never understand why people on Gilmore Girls made fun of Lorelai for saying she can smell snow.  Not only is it possible to sense snow (I knew we were getting snow at the weekend without the help of weather reports), but she’s always right.)

I love snow.  I always have and always will.  I think snow is beautiful and magical.  I love the way it transforms absolutely everything.  It’s great and if that makes me weird, I don’t want to be normal.

I’m currently holed up at home, watching ER (there’s a channel over here that’s started showing it from the beginning) and drinking blood tea.  It’s not actually blood, I have to point out.  It’s red berry tea, but it looks like blood.

My parents are in Gateshead visiting the nephew and niece.  Normally, this would mean they come down to visit me, but it looks like that’s not happening this time.  Partly because of the weather (not a big surprise to me) but also because there’s something of an epidemic at the moment.  My niece wasn’t well over the weekend and it’s spread to her brother, mum, dad and grandmother.

Ahhh, well.  Never mind.  I just hope everyone is OK.

Will