No snow

Thank you, everyone, for your concern (if that is, in fact, what your comments amount to), but let me reassure you that we do NOT have snow here. Not in Brighton, at any rate.

I'm not saying I will be frolicking on the beach in a bikini, but the sun is out and I'll certainly be strolling along the beach, albeit with my jacket on.

In other news, I am reading a hilarious book called How Not To Write A Novel. It tells you all the things aspiring novelists do wrong, and I am greatly enjoying it. I fear my sister is not; I keep laughing madly and then reading bits out to her - which wouldn't be so bad except that I have borrowed the book from my brother-in-law, who has also been reading it, laughing madly, and then reading bits out to my sister. She is looking very long-suffering. I may have to buy a copy.

Easter approaches, and while the Cadbury's here is inferior, Hotel Chocolat more than compensates...