I curled up and went to sleep this afternoon, which was a good use of time in the circumstances. What's annoying about the hours I spend awake most nights is the complete waste it is. I really can't get up and do anything useful between 1 and 4 in the morning, which is when I'm usually awake, especially at this time of year when it's too cold to get up unless I'm giving up entirely and getting dressed and on with the day.
Anyway, that's more than enough of a dull subject. There was a sprinkling of snow last night, barely enough to look pretty, though it did make the day bright, especially when the sun came out. More is forecast, but who knows if it'll reach here? The Met Office app on my phone, which has recently updated to give all sorts of gizmos, says that the temperature is -3°C ... feels like -9°, it adds ominously. It also gives an amber warning of snow, whatever that means. Ah, read the full forecast. Significant accumulations of snow are likely, it says. Oh I say, jolly good. Sunday is the best day for that because most people can either go and frolic or hole up in the warm. The new forecast is impressively wordy actually, which suits me nicely. A picture doesn't paint a thousand words for me, I'm not a very visual person. A thousand words paint a far more descriptive picture. Or music. Reading music is more than looking at the notes on a page.