So, I did a stupid thing today. In my little Mazda MX5 I decided that it would be alright to venture out in the snow in order to deliver some fruit to my mum at her care home. A necessary journey I felt, as she has a tendency to get a bit bunged up. All was going reasonably well, a little bit hairy in some places, but then when I turned onto the A140 at Stoke Ash a huge drift of snow had moved on to the road. I wasn’t able to move forward. Or back. Loads of wheel spin. Cars queued behind me. So, I called 999, but as I was speaking a good ole boy (Suffolk term for a decent chap) in a sturdy truck offered to push me back to the junction, then followed me back home. What a great bloke. Most of the cars were happily going past me.

So relieved to finally get back home. I phoned mum and she was absolutely fine, carers looking after her. It was a bit of a daft idea really, but sometimes we feel that we can tackle the elements and nothing should get in our way.

This is good fighting talk, but there are also those times when we need to give in to circumstances – such as the Beast of the East – and just focus on staying warm, dry and fed.

I have learnt my lesson.

Keep safe and warm everyone,
Wendy x