Most of the snow has gone now. There are just a few areas of thick ice and some hard packed snow in mounds piled high as a person. My street looks rather like a moraine, littered with the detritus left by receding glaciers.
I didn’t sleep at all last night. I spent the dark hours employing various techniques to induce sleep – from reading in bed and drinking hot milk to watching gentle movies and soothing documentaries – all to no avail. This morning I was out before dawn – not as dramatic as it sounds, at this end of the year dawn is about 8am – and off to the bottle bank.
I had a fairly pleasant ramble through a post-glacial landscape lit by a pink-orange sunrise. I rattled and clinked my way down to the recycling point where I very much enjoyed several minutes of vigorous bottle smashing. Then light-headed and drunken from lack of sleep I shopped at Asda *gasp*