-13C on the school run this morning (dropping off missus and little miss). It soon warmed up to around zero C in the early afternoon - so put out this years indoor-grown daffs with last years lyng in two arrangements set in large bowls. I was a bit late in bringing them in - it was after seven in the evening and the temp had dropped to about four below. The daffs being raised indoors are absolute drama queens. They're wilting and throwing themselves all over the place. The lyng is mostly dead anyway but, like a trooper, retaining it's form and colour. They'll go out on display again tomorrow, i think.
Yesterday morning we awoke to a few inches of that particular type of dry snow that falls upon old, settled and solid snow/ice cover. The type that's great for skiing on. Walking the little (7 years) girl to school we were trying to describe the sound it makes underfoot - her insulated winter boots and my Hoka running shoes had completely different sounds. Or did they? She's a wonderful little creature and we speak a mix of norwegian and English. We found out her boots made a 'crunch', and my shoes made almost a 'squeek', but not quite - so it must be a 'creak'. She's crunching and I'm creaking.
Tomorrow - she's fighting and I'm reciting.
The little roustabout goes to wrestling classes twice a week, and every couple of months she matches up against girls of a similar weight from the region - southern Norway.
It's brutal.
- But you haven't heard my Ted Hughes.
but thankfully the roads and pavements were clear for my walk to work at 4.50am. The Bajan and I arrived safely.
