Well, it happened. Real, almost-like-Ohio snow. It came down all day Sunday and left about 4 inches on the ground, enough to close Charlotte’s school on Monday (sadly for James, not his) and the below freezing temps since then have given us lots of ice. This, luckily, is starting to melt, though it made for some difficult walking and driving yesterday morning.
Here’s the proof:
Lucky for us, the farm hills make for some terrific sledding, and we’ve all had a few hours of fun taking over our landlord’s fields, which included some bumpy run-ins with the ever-present mole hills.
In other news, have you heard about the “French stench?” A distinct smell of, erm, rotten eggs, to put it nicely, wafted across the English Channel and over most of the south of England yesterday. What was it? A gas cloud that escaped from a factory in Rouen in Normandy. To be precise, what everyone smelled was a harmless gas called mercaptan, which is added to natural gas so that any gas leaks or escapes can be detected via nose.
Well, we certainly did, though, in all honesty, living on a farm with sheep, horses, chickens and a large manure pile makes it slightly difficult to tell just where the odor is coming from. The leak prompted one commenter on a UK newspaper website to note that great line from Monty Python: “I fart in your general direction.”