After a comparatively mild Christmas and New Year period, the thermometer took a sudden nose-dive. We had snow on Monday, although only about an inch or so, but a lot more fell yesterday and I spent most of the morning looking out of the window at the white-out developing. Predictably it caused the usual travel chaos, and I learned at lunch-time that my Italian class this week had been cancelled. I don't really have any clear recollections of the famous last great freeze of 1963 except that I was at school: we at the time only lived just round the corner so I didn't have any great difficulty getting there and I don't remember that we had classes cancelled or impromptu days off - although I do have a dim recollection of makeshift timetables for a while. I'm sure we were all hardier and made of sterner stuff in those days! This morning I swept the path clear despite a forecast of more snow later in the day, which in the event didn't materialize, although I see there is likely to be some tomorrow. Well, I know someone who's going to be pleased.... Woof!