I wish it had snowed like this at Christmas, rather than at the time of year I would most like to be wearing skirts and Birkenstocks:
Brighton never gets snow that sticks, we get that weedy type of snow that is a bit like frozen drizzle normally. Ah well, Benn is out playing cricket (!) and I don't have to worry about school work, so I am going to stay in and drink hazelnut hot chocolate and knit my Tuscany shawl.
There are exciting moving options afoot, but I don't want to jinx anything just yet by saying anything. Needless to say, I'm hoping it comes to fruition, but we shall see. It'll mean a joint bank account, which is a tad scary!