A drip
I hear the tiniest drip of water from the gutters through the downpipe to the drain outside my kitchen window! It is the first sign of a thaw since 25th November. The roads, pavements and gardens are all hidden under a winter jacket of snow.
We are wrapped in a blanket of freezing fog since about 9pm last night. I can just about see the end of my garden.
Both snow and fog bring an eerie silence to the place and I have not seen or heard a car move all day. I may as well live in the middle of a field right now. Worry not, unlike the two elderly ladies in Cumbria England, I have no intention of venturing outside. The doors remain locked.
My house is warm and cosy, I baked a little this morning and have dinner all planned and ready for the oven.
Spoke too soon! Ten minutes and the drip has stopped, so we are freezing again. 
Anyone got a spare pair of braces? We might need them to hold the freezing clouds up off the ground!
I’m off to hibernate…. I’ll see you next Spring!
