We are going to Essex tomorrow.
Tonight it is going to snow there. Heavy snow.
So the question is - will it be too snowy to travel tomorrow?
The next question is why didn't it wait till after this weekend?
Drat. I hate winter.
I want to have a nice big family pre-Christmas party. I also want to have a Strictly come dancing final party after that. I need to be in Essex to do both those things, so fingers crossed we don't have much snow.
I realise that for other countries we hardly ever get any snow worth talking about, but the inch or two we get seems to create total chaos as we are never equiped to handle it. Ho hum.
On an even less cheerful note it seems that all the high and mighty at the Copenhagen summit are much more concerned with their self images and politics than in the fate of the planet, and are so busy squabbling about little things that the big things haven't even got a mention yet.
We need to devise a system which doesn't need politicians to run it.
Other than a dictatorship.
Ho hum again.
I must go and pack, working on the theory that the weather isn't going to stop the party.