I am rubbish at snow. I panic and walk like a duck at the first sign of a snowflake on the path.
DH is in bed. He's got the same bug I have had, and it has taken a toll. I'm leaving him to it.
Bear is doing okay. We are braced for the Doctor Who episode that will be broadcast tonight. It is supposed to be a tear jerker. It is broadcast too late for bear's bedtime, so I will be dishing out heavy duty cuddles tomorrow morning.
Fortunately my brother is planning on taking him out tomorrow, so that should help cheer bear up. He will get excessive cuddles from my brother's dogs and a chance to have a go at coding.
To be honest I am feeling flatter than a steam rollered pancake. I suspect the cough has been quite bad. It's a great excuse to curl up with my knitting and watch tv.