Friday, 10 February 2012
It's way after midnight and too late to expect new tyre tracks in the fresh snow.
I've cleared the pans of courgettes, tomatoes and some kind of garlic kicker.
Nearby I hear an argument about money or alimony but doubt that George can beat Catherine.
There's red wine threatening me in the glass, but I've already decided clarity will assist the morning's early start.
I look back to the diamond glitter and wonder whether the route north will be clear in time.