For anyone outside the UK, I'd just like to mention it's been quite snowy here. That said, to almost anyone outside the UK, and even to those in the north of England or in Scotland, this is a pathetic amount of snow. About 4 inches, topped up over a few days so it stayed nice and white and fluffy on the garden and slippery on the roads.

What would amuse anyone from colder climes is just how rubbish the south of England is at dealing with snow. Probably Wales, too, but I haven't been there this last week or so. We have no snowploughs, because we hardly ever get more than a half inch of snow in a single winter. We hae about a week's worth of salt and grit which quickly gets dubbed 'dangerously low stocks' by the media and the AA (Automobile Association, not Alcoholics Anonymous) . Soon after that, roads get closed, people panic-buy anything they can find and refuse to leave their homes. School was closed two days last week, and we've had two days where we were sent home early, too. It's funny, really, and I've just spent the time knitting and making sure the chickens have plenty of food and water that hasn't frozen. The kitty isn't keen on going out, but she does funny little jumps through the cold white stuff when she experiences a call of nature and the rest of the time, just sleeps contentedly wherever is the warmest place in the house.

This evening I finished these booties, made from the magic slipper pattern (adapted to include 6 rows of stockinette cuff). They're for a new arrival belonging to some friends of mine, wh I'm hoping to meet soon. I've sent him one pair in the post already, along with a baby surprise jacket. Winter babies need wool.