At last some proper snow

It's not just the British who get the weather forecast wrong. Yesterday we were due for 2-4 inches of snow. We woke up at 7am, looked out the window, and we already had 6 inches. Another 6 inches fell during the morning, then it stopped early afternoon, and sat there looking all pretty.

I did the sensible thing: worked from home. It was Martin Luther King Day, so the children were off school, so that saved them a snow day.

A guy came to service the boiler - he arrived about an hour and a half late, having first had to shovel his driveway, then had a very slow 20 mile drive, then had been unable to find our house because the number on the mailbox gets hidden by snow in the winter. He was lucky to arrive just after our drive had been ploughed, otherwise I'm not convinced he would have made the final few yards. He walked in and said "Hello" in an Essex accent, which was a surprise.

Later the electrician turned up and fitted an exterior light - he drove the van up, propped the ladder against it, and worked up there in a foot of snow. Mainers eh? I'll never be a proper Mainer - I refuse to get up at 5am without good reason, I don't jog in snow, and I think the sensible thing to do when there's a foot of snow on the ground is sit at home in front of the fire.

Anyway, after all that excitement we got another 4 inches of snow today, which seemed like a bit of a dusting really. School was open. I drove to work and - not really thinking straight - parked in the outside lot instead of under cover. Paid the price later when I had to brush a fair amount of snow off the car, then it took me quite a while to get home.

We had dinner with Kevin at 233 Grill. Hannah told him some terrible jokes and sang some rude songs to him. I'm so proud of my children.

So now we have some proper snow on the ground, and it's starting to feel like winter. Time to go to Florida soon!