Scottish snow

Well, it's good that I was flying to Glasgow this week (I usually fly to Edinburgh) because many flights to Edinburgh and London were being cancelled on Monday. But my flight took off with only a slight delay and reached Glasgow without any problem. It wasn't snowing when I arrived, but the cold weather was a bit of a shock to the system. It had been around 15 degrees and kind of sunny when I left Malaga; it was minus 8 and horribly chilly when I got to Glasgow.

Christmas is almost with us, and my parents haven't had their car out of the garage since November; most of the people in their street are elderly and retired, so it seems no one thought it worth the effort to clear away all the snow and try to get their cars down the hill. The truth is that most of the main roads are clear now, and it's only the smaller roads that are still covered with snow. It's not really deep snow - not by Canadian or Scandinavian standards - but the UK is never particularly well equipped to deal with snow when it comes.

My brother is on holiday this week, so we were thankful when he phoned to offer his services as a taxi driver; we were able to go yesterday to a special Christmas service at my niece's school (she was singing in the choir) and today he took us to do some Christmas shopping in Livingston.