We scurried from the supermarket to the car, trolley laden with provisions, and I huddled as close as I could to the raised hatch to keep out of the freezing rain and wind.
“Get in the car and start the engine,” Graham said. “It’s silly for both of us to get frozen and I’ll appreciate the heat when I get in.”
A couple of minutes later I said “Home, James?” to the quivering heap of shivers that’d just sat in the seat next to me.
“Can’t wait.”
And then, when we got home without event, we found a card waiting for us to say that City Line had failed to deliver our brand new TV not ten minutes before.
Not to worry. They promise to try another delivery tomorrow.
So then we had lunch, I looked out of the window at the horrid wet weather, and then took myself off for a nap. When I woke there was still just a little light in the sky.
“Oh,” I said. “Oh. It hasn’t snowed yet, then?”
