Hell froze over today. That was the impression the weather gave. When I entered the world this morning, I’d already received 4 phonecalls from worried people telling me how bad the roads were.
The closest anyone got to describing it was Janey, who said she couldn’t describe it.
A thin layer of ice covered the ground outside; the car had drowned under it, locked in a transparent, solid film. Even the leaves of the plants were iced over perfectly. You could break off the ice leaf and hold it in your hand. Cold rain hitting freezing ground. Ice sheet.
So today featured driving down the M6 at 5-20mph for 20 miles, marvelling at the marks on the road where other cars had already slithered, skating the car into a parking space in someone else’s car park, eating cake, and Fish Pie for dinner. Oh yeah, I did some work too.