Monday, December 19
Tyre tracks in the frozen snow. One of the several Hummers in the street has done some turning. I notice this as I venture outside as carefully as I can.
The rise in temperature hasn’t happened. Instead, the snow slid off the roof, laid out in big piles overnight, and turned into big blocks of ice.
I will wait to see if the sun decides to appear but I don’t expect it to.
Today I will probably have to stay indoors. The ground feels like a skating rink and I could do without celebrating Christmas with my arm in a cast.
I turn back.