I woke up this morning at 7.25 and didn't open the curtains as HF was asleep. It wasn't until I walked out the front door that I saw that outside, it looked like this
I yelled out to the sick HF "Hard Farmer, Hard Farmer", and she stood on the bed, and stuck her pyjamaed top half out of the window and said "Oh My God!"
I was running late, which usually means skip the bus and walk really fast, but there was too much crunching and sliding underfoot, so I caught the bus, sat on the top deck, and peered at the rooves of houses and cars
People had cleared their windscreens only, and left the thick layer of icing on top.
Even though I thought I might be late for work, I felt calm. NOT like me. All day I was accompanied by a sense of enchantment.
By lunchtime, all that was left were huge puddles and a few tiny hard chunks.
Walking home, it was as though nothing had happened.
But I know it had.