Snow!

Wake up to a nice covering of snow. Opt for the bus. The traffic is bound to be horrendous. People panic when it rains let alone when we have a millimetre of the white stuff on the ground.

Surprisingly the bus was on time. Although we all had to wade out into the middle of the road to get on it because the bus stop was full. Two buses were parked in it, one had broken down, and another was assisting it.

As predicted the traffic was horrific, even though the snow’s all a bit crap, there nowhere near enough of it. The ice is bad though and walking from Derby was treacherous, like other essential services the gritters also haven't yet discovered Pride Park. Five mins late for work.

The dog loves the snow and ice; it makes him frisky. I sent L out with him but it doesn't have the same effect on her. Apparently he had a whale of a time this morning chasing imaginary squirrels.

Saturday's cup match is looking more and more ominous. Bloody Bristol Rovers are bringing 6,000 supporters to Derby. The crowd at their home game last Saturday was only 5,600! Part time fans or what. If only we can scrape through this round, then we night get someone easy in the next round, like Chelsea!

Mid-afternoon it starts raining, washing the remains of the snow away. That's it. Winter's over with for another year.

Get home and we (Doggo and me) escort Daughter to guides. She carries an armful of make-up with her, make up practice this week apparently. I'm sure Baden-Powell would approve.

Seems Daughter has caught on that someone keeps emptying the change from her bus fare out of the pockets of her school coat each day. It’s a fair cop. I have been recycling it back into bus fare. This also stops it being turned into chocolate. Although most of it isn't in her pockets because when she get home she hurls her coat on the floor and most of it ends up scattered across the hall floor. It's odd that children can be capable of passing hundreds of GCSE's but have no idea how to use a coat hook. Suppose that proves how easy the GCSE's are these days.

Cook tea, although the cupboard is almost bare, so it's corned beef hash.

More dog training. TYOD. He's not too bad when I manage to get his attention. Unfortunately my collie has the attention span of a flea, with all due respect to fleas.

Get home and L offers an early night. Ought to be on the internet booking that cottage for skiing but a man's got to do what a man's got to do...