Welcome to my perfumed garden

As I suspected would happen - the reason we stayed in Yorkshire yesterday during the only weather-window since Christmas - Tesco couldn't get the van up our hill. We've had another five inches over night and it's still coming down hard.

So Mark and I trundled down to the bottom of the hill with rucksacks, loaded up as best we could then we and Tesco-Boy (they're like policemen, you know?) brought the rest (and there was a lot, we really were scraping the bottoms of our collective barrels at Dad's house, gentle reader, we were out of whisky, we were almost out of tea!) on his trolley and we got it all here. Tesco-Boy wouldn't even come in for a cup of  coffee anxious to get back and finish his shift. He really did go beyond the bounds for us today bless him and his little woolly hat.

There's a splendid Dunkirk Spirit out there with grinning, snow-crusted people walking icicled dogs. We were offered a sledge to help with the shopping (alas it was no use at all, the shopping kept falling off ). It's all rather jolly and thoroughly splendid

Anyway, we're all warm and cosy by the fire now, mugs of well-laced tea, watching The Professionals, giggling at bad daytime ads on ITV3.

Would you like some more pictures? Just taken around and about the house, I wasn't about to venture too far afield in this. Like Rik the People's Poet says, a man could lose his bearings in weather like this.