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They say the weather is something of a British obsession, and having watched the last couple of days’ worth of news bulletins, I can believe it.

You see, there’s been some snow. Not much - just about half an inch around here - but it’s enough to have the police warning us all not to leave our homes unless it is absolutely necessary and the rail companies cancelling trains. Even the Channel Tunnel has been closed, and that runs under ground, well out of the reach of the snow.

Honestly, you’d think we were living through The Day After Tomorrow, but as Paul, Dad and I went out for a walk across the valley this morning shortly before he headed off home it was all already starting to melt, and when we walked through patches of sun it was actually warm.

How ironic it is, then, that the weather station has chosen now to break down. All the dials are reading just fine on the base station, but the software that updates all the details on the web is refusing to play along, pretending it’s blind to everything and complaining that the batteries in all the sensors are flat.

Hmmm.

I was intending to spend this afternoon working on the book, but instead I’ve spend it fiddling with the weather, to no avail.

Ho-hum. I just hope the trains start running again before the weekend. Our tickets to Edinburgh are sitting in my top drawer, and I very much hope we still get to use them.

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