Wednesday. 6.55 a.m. It's quite cold out. A bit of a shock, even though we had been warned that wintery weather was going to return. I think it's relatively mild by comparison with the rest of the country, particularly in the north and Scotland. According to Carol Kirkwood on BBC Breakfast, there is a 26º difference between the north and the south of the United Kingdom. As I write this, there is a very thin fall of snow. Whether it settles and causes problems, it remains to be seen.
Thursday. 6.50 a.m. It has been snowing overnight. It is still falling as I write this, but it seems to be a flurry and only a light covering of the garden which I can see from my kitchen window and along the grass where I take Alfie when we go out, beside Strudwick Drive. It would appear, from watching the weather forecast on BBC Breakfast a few minutes ago, that this wintry weather is likely to remain for the next week or two, but the north of England and into Scotland will have the heaviest falls of snow and that travel will become hazardous. In fact, an Amber weather warning has been declared in those areas with up to 16 inches of snow covering the ground.
I learned from Barbara who is the SHO at Dexter House (Sheltered Housing Officer) that she had handed in her notice. This means we will be having someone new take over her job in around two months' time. She has been in the job for three years and started in January after I moved here in 2019.
12.20 p.m. The writing of the new piece I have mentioned elsewhere in these posts is going better than expected. It is now on it's second draft and, like most bits of writing, it's likely to go through further rewrites and drafts.
1.40 p.m. The snow has now turned into rain. I don't think the snow which is covering the garden and on the grass alongside Strudwick Drive (and elsewhere, Oldbrook Green and the entirety of Milton Keynes) will be around much longer. We are going to be left with soggy and very wet conditions underfoot once it has melted entirely.
Friday. 6.50 a.m. The laying snow (is that the correct form to describe snow which is on the ground? I'm not sure, but never mind.) has gone overnight, as I thought it would. But when I took Alfie out around fifteen minutes ago, there was a thin, but chilly fall of rain, which, as I write this, had turned into snow. So, winter has returned with a vengeance. But, compared to the rest of the country, we seem to have escaped the worst of this weather. I noticed that Hawes, a village in Yorkshire, had been shown on the BBC Breakfast weather map. It's a place near where Carol and I stayed when we had a holiday in Yorkshire a few years ago. I can imagine that if they had snow there, it would make life very difficult, with drifts making driving more or less impossible.
4.55 p.m. I'm making good headway with my writing. I have done a rewrite on something I wrote yesterday. It's got far more dialogue in it. Dialogue is notoriously difficult to write. It doesn't always read as natural speech. But this has begun to gel, and it will make a transition between two different sections of the piece.
The snow has gone. I can see absolutely no sign of any as I looked out of my kitchen window a few minutes ago. We seem to have gone through several seasons' worth of weather within the last 24 hours, from winter, with snow flurries and what could have developed into deep snow, to sunny and bright and almost spring-like weather.
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