Today Elder Daughter is coming from Liverpool for lunch here before her trek back to snowy Sheffield. Younger Daughter in Newcastle, however, reported last night that the weather where she is was fine, no trace of snow.
So all this rambling is really to conceal the fact that I actually don't have anything to tell you. Life is uneventful and, anyway, it's British to talk about the weather and, given the variety we've had this weekend, it's understandable - even if the weather isn't - if you see what I mean.
Ah well, have a good day, everyone.