Actually dared to start looking at possible holiday destinations the other day. We've thought about it before but never actually looked into it. First choice would be a cottage by the sea in Wales. It will need to have disabled access. We looked online and found one or two. It would be nice to get away again. It'll probably be months before we get vaccinated but such thoughts are good for morale. It would be nice, too, to have people stay again. The record (set the year before covid, I think) was seven. All the spare beds were full here. Someone kipped down in front of the fire, another under the piano.
I never thought I'd feel nostalgic about queuing for the bathroom.
It's snowing again. This time it shows no sign of stopping. It looks to be about six inches deep from what I can see from here, the deepest yet. I've been out a couple of times already to feed the birds but I've no inclination, though, to go outside again with a ruler just to verify this!
Watching the snow come and go when you're stuck at home is a bit like watching traffic lights change at night when there's no traffic. I wouldn't say this makes me feel down - rather, it intrigues me.
North Stoke was talking about Powell Pressburger films. This is one of my favourites. If I hadn't had any online work to get on with this afternoon I might have sat down to watch it: