I have been having a think about how it has been with all this snow since last Tuesday night. It's only been 9 days, yet feels like forever.
My conclusion is that it's the waiting which is so different from usual. I had been waiting for the snow to start, waiting for it to stop, waiting for the next weather forecast etc.
I have also felt surprised that the snow is still there each time I go outdoors. When we were inside I would forget that life has not been normal, then I would go down to the road and be amazed again at the expanse of perfect packed snow from invisible kerb to invisible kerb.
We forgot which day it was and had to check!
There was a lot of TV to watch and books to read. Once the decision had been made that there was no school or whatever, then the rest of the day was for keeping warm and feeding the birds. I kept on going out for walks round the village to post one letter at a time! Stuart kept on going for runs. T kept on going out to take photos and H kept busy indoors. We each have our own ways of dealing with it.
Will winters be like this from now on?