We don't usually get our snow until February or March. As it is getting towards the end of January, the snow flurries have started. I drove home today from further up north in Ayrshire through a white out. The Beattock Summit on the M74 motorway was very snowy indeed. I could see that the outer lane was starting to get some accumulation.
Naturally there is no snow here at our fair Whitelees, but as I type, the very first teeny tiny flakes are sneaking into the garden.
I am just glad to be home. In fact, I really didn't want to leave this morning. Its one of those days where you just want to hibernate.
I got up at my usual very early time (in case you all didn't know, I'm an early riser-type person) and pottered around the place until it was time to get George up.
After he was up and out the door, it was time to get myself dressed for work and out the door. Going back into our bedroom, there was sleepy, warm husband still under the big down duvet. "I'll just pop back in and warm up before getting my work clothes on. . . ."
Definition of assault: Making a person of reasonable firmness fearful for their safety.
Apparently my hands and feet were too cold to get anywhere near my nice warm husband. When I tried, he quoted the definition of assault at me.
"Peggy, I have a good working knowledge of physics and I know that you can't radiate cold. That is just not how the exchange of heat works. However, you're doing it!"
With that, he sprang from the bed and left me to try to warm myself up. Very uncharitable.