Thanks for your concern over my back, folks, luckily there seems to be no harm done, though watching too many crime and medical shows on TV, I did imagine for a while that I was bleeding into my brain or suffering from concussion.
Today, in anticipation of worse weather, I had to rush to the pet shop to get some mixed corn for the hens - they were out of it when I did my big shop there the other day. Driving from my house to the nearest treated road was scary, but short.
When I got home, I had to take out my shopping trolley and walk to the shops for my weekend top-up. I took a couple of loaves to feed the ducks (and pigeons and seagulls).
I had to collect a parcel from the Royal Mail sorting office. By the time I got there we were pretty well having a blizzard. Imagine my delight when I saw the queue at the sorting office - outside and along the street! Waiting in a heavy snow shower for 20 minutes or more was not down on my list of things to do today. A young woman behind me built a snowman in the corner while she waited. By the time I got inside, I'd brushed a total of about 3 inches of snow off the lid of my trolley, my coat was caked in the stuff, and my doubled-up gloves were soaked through. Inside, one happy customer was delighted to find that his two parcels were easily small enough to fit through his letterbox if only the postie had bothered to try. Just as our noses turned red with the cold, so the air turned blue with disgusted language.
Sadly, the snow and cold were too extreme for me to whip out my camera and take a snap, so you'll have to imagine the scene. The picture at the top isn't even in London, but the conditions were pretty similar.
Cleaning out the hens tomorrow will be fun. Having my kitchen window replaced on Monday will be even better, especially as the bank was closed today because of the weather and I couldn't withdraw the money to pay for it.