It snowed yesterday... and overnight apparently... enough to close one of the arterial roads not far from where I live.  In my garden, there is enough snow on the tiny solar-powered lights to create an illusion of Narnia, at least if I share a close-up without a wider context.

This morning, I received a supermarket delivery, the driver very apologetic to be running late, but also very cheery and helpful.  Another delivery brought a new all-weather coat (timely, the one I've worn for the last eight years is literally falling apart), the person was equally cheery.

Both cats have been out to explore this strange, white, vista, with Sophie, wisely, rapidly coming back into the warm, whilst Sasha sniffed out the periphery of the garden, even though it meant getting cold wet paws.

And I have 'worked from home', getting a decent amount of admin type stuff done, and catching up my emails.

One news website says this is the worst snow for fifteen years in Scotland... I have no idea if this is so, but I do remember the snow from fifteen years ago, the walking on ice to get to the cancer hospital, the joy of sticking my bald head out of the window to cool down when hot flushes were too horrendous...

I like snow... I was born into snow (1962/63 winter)... I learned to drive on ice and snow (1983/84 winter)... and, if nothing else, it reminds me that I am still here, still well, and able to enjoy life in all its fullness.

Not an erudite post, just random ramblings on a snowy Monday at the start of 2026!