Never the three shall meet

I was hoping for a new blip of beautiful new first grandchild today but his mum and dad decided, quite rightly, that the roads were too treacherous.

So you're stuck with my back garden at mid morning.
Me, a cat and a bird.

Compared to the horror stories on the news this morning about Oxfordshire and the M40 we got off pretty lightly with just a few cm of snow. I'm not looking forward to getting to work tomorrow though and will probably walk.