In case family and friends wonder how I fill my days, here is a record which links to my blog and my twitter feed. Let’s see how long I can keep this going. After a week you, and I, will see a pattern and I’ll stop. I was never any good at keeping a diary.
   After leaving Bob at the airport, I drove through wind and snow, and went back to sleep after reading some poems. In the morning, as the snow had melted, I took my granddaughter to McDonald’s.  We both ate chicken. Then, because she is learning to read, we bought a book called ‘Dear Zoo’ by Rod Campbell. We read it in the shop, in the car and in her house. We both know it by heart now!
   Then I came home and cleaned my house, started up the washing machine and watched ‘The Voice’, a talent spotting show, followed by ‘The Real Marigold Hotel’ in which celebrities experience retirement in Jaipur, India.

Bob setting off on a sailing adventure with the World Arc, yesterday. I drove home through wet snow.

Each winter, on the morning of the first snow, I used to write this on the blackboard for my class of seven-year-olds.
‘Winter is the king of showmen
Turning tree stumps into snowmen
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes
Smooth and clean and frosty white
The world looks good enough to bite
That’s the season to be young
Catching snowflakes on your tongue
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

We’ve got snow! D’you want to build a snowman?