The cold snap continues and the news is telling us we have another ten days of it at least.
Yesterday, still waiting for the call from the hospital to say we can take mum home, it once again began to snow. Sleety stuff at first, then a few larger flakes, then a 'downpour' of arctic proportions.
Last night, the temperature dropped away again, turning the slush into - as Dickens would call it - misanthropic ice. The snow which fell yesterday, soon turned to slush, but looked, temporarily like pure, white candy-floss.