Sudden snow

A pleasant enough day at work. Walking in the squares for a little at lunchtime talking to Loraine and Mas. The wind blowing keenly through them, and my hand was cold holding the phone.

Reading Primo Levi on the train home, after doing a little more Invaders of Guernsey. Looked up from my book, thinking there was fog over the Downs. Walked out of Brighton station and realised what I had seen was something of a blizzard. Home coated in snow. Calliope ran away from me when I got through the door. Lorraine had cooked some delicious stir fry. I like having her home when I get back from London.