Snow, I mean, for those of you also in the UK? It certainly did where we were. The pre-breakfast walk was misty and eerily quiet ...
"That's at least six inches", observed Himself, looking out of the kitchen door and sipping his coffee.
"Not a chance", I said. "More like four". The raised eyebrow above the rim of his glasses was too much of a challenge. He saw me move slightly. "I'll get the ruler", he added, standing up to head for the tool cupboard.
"Not a chance", I said again, slipping past him by the sink; it's hard to rush when you're carrying a full cup of hot liquid. Still, he did oblige with the camera from the warmth of the other side of the kitchen door.
(You'll spot that I'm sporting yellow: I have taken Julie's post in her glorious Month of Sunrays to heart). Himself was rinsing his cup under the tap by the time I had de-booted. "Are you going to broadcast the result to the world and his wife?" Himself asked, casually. "Not a chance", I said, picking up the tea-towel and giving him a friendly nudge in the ribs with my elbow.
But you might notice I'm smiling. Mind you, so was he. :).