It’s a snow day here in my corner of Essex. I got out the snow shovel and cleared the drive, noticed that the council hadn’t gritted the roads in the night (or the day before when they were already getting icy), saw the verrrry slowwwww traffic and debated. It was when my husband called me from the little village just before his work an hour after he set off (it should have taken him 10 minutes to get to work) telling me of the terrible traffic that I decided it would be a snow day and I wouldn’t take my daughter to school. I have work to do, but sometimes, work can wait. Right now we’re about to drink our hot chocolates and read good books in front of the fire. I’m reading Robert Goddard, ever read any?