The white-out continues

The sky and the weather forecast are both full of snow, but none is actually falling at present. This raises the question: should we travel to South London today to see friends, favourite friends who we all enjoy being with, for a date that has already been postponed once?

In favour: I get to talk about knitting a lot, and knit a lot, and probably collaborate on some finishing off (we like to weave in each other’s ends, which sounds a bit kinky, but isn’t). Pete gets to talk about techie stuff. Bernard gets attention and company. We get to hear about Pix’s trip to Singapore and eat sausages. We get out of the house properly after days of being trapped by snow.

Against: while the snow may at this point be something we feel we can cope with, if more falls and we get stuck out there, that won’t be pretty. We don’t want to spend hours and hours getting home with the boy.

I say we are trapped by snow, but in truth we’ve all been out and about a little bit. Bernard gets put out every now and then to run around and fling snow at the garage door. Pete made it to the office on Friday. Yesterday I taught an antenatal class in a village hall on the other side of town, where the car park was inaccessible and there was hazardous ice around the doorway. It would just be nice to see real people and get a proper change of scenery. Although all the scenery is white.