I've been told, by horrible, mocking, people, that the weather in England has been rather lovely of late. Well er yea, here the temperature still regularly drops below -10 and never exceeds +5. The longest winter of my life thus far, although surprisingly bearable, due to the almost constant blue skies and sunny days. Brief, bad-quality photos depicting mine and Crystals two-hour effort to clear the brutal amounts of snow (and as we discovered, inches of ice) off our porch, with only a plastic shovel and a plank of wood. Oh and several kettles-and-pans-worth of water. By the end, Crystal's hands were twitching, our feet were soaked and the porch was still half covered. It was the next day that we realised that our porch never actually gets any sun anyway - a realisation which I was, and still am, quite upset about. Looks like I'll be carting our garden furniture and eating tea in the car park.
Oh, by the way, this is what the sky looked like: