(I've made the photos sizeable - click to see a bigger version)
We have about three or four inches of snow I should think and it's still coming down. The lane is covered in a mixture of slush and ice - it's starting to freeze, as the temperature has dropped a bit - and I've just watched a chap in an estate car try to reverse up the hill, unsuccessfully.
The postman arrived on foot and said that the roads were all the same for about five miles around and that I was his last call on this lane as he couldn't get his van any further.
You can see Nellie-From-The-Farm just crossing the cattle grid in this photo - I didn't realise she was there. She comes up to the cattle grid and had a good bark every so often and then goes off to visit one or two people in the village before ambling home again. Apparently she's not a very good sheepdog, but she's got a really nice temperment. She's sharp as a brush, too - our bin-bag had only been out ten minutes yesterday morning before she was investigating it.
B's been working in Liverpool for a couple of days - he's due home at about 1am tonight. I guess that if it's too bad, he'll stay at his Mum's again, which is a shame really because this is kind of nice. I can't hear any traffic, and the oil depot across the road (you can just see one of the tanks in the first picture) doesn't seem to be working today, so that's quiet, too.
It's like being insulated from the world with an enormous feather duvet. It's almost like time has stopped for a bit; and that's how I'm treating it - a day out of time.
The pekins won't come out of their house - you can just see it, the rabbit hutch tucked in to the corner of the garden - and I haven't bothered to let George and the laying hens out - they've got plenty of food and water in with them. Also, George has taken to visiting us mid-afternoon; about 3pm I hear him crowing and open the back door and there he is, standing on the back step. You have to herd him back up to the top garden. I don't want to do that today :).
The cats are a bit confused. Simpkin is quite enjoying himself; he's sitting on the windowsill providing me with a running commentary about what he can see and then every so often he goes out for a reconnoitre and kind of skips through the funny cold white stuff lifting his paws up and shaking them with every step.
Betty, however, is hiding under the table.
In other news: I feel a bit better. I read an article that said that morning sickness could be caused by low levels of vitamins and minerals because one hasn't eaten for a while when one gets up. So I got some generic 'pregnancy supplement' tablets a couple of days ago and have taken them with my evening meal for the last two nights; it seems to be working. Or if it's not, the sickness is passing on it's own - getting up very gently, as per the midwife's instructions seems to be the way forward. I don't feel exactly like I want to sit down arms akimbo to a five course dinner; but at least what I AM eating is staying down. Yay! for not vomiting regularly!