What? Sunshine? Surely not? There was I expecting another grey dull and bitterly cold day when out pops a clear blue sky. That said, the pavement is dangerously slipery in places where the sun doesn't melt the frost, but so far I haven't bowed to the inevitable and made an undignified close inspection of the paving slabs.

Suprisingly, given the clear skies, it wasn't as cold today either. I hardly needed gloves. Now if only I can manage to stay on my feet...

This'll Warm You Up

Although Swindon hasn't entirely been inundated with snow, some areas have, and I see a country pub was cut for a week by deep snowdrifts, leaving customers surviving off rations of booze and savoury snacks.

I wonder what their bar tab is like? I know Yorkshire people are reputed to be generous, but that is ridiculous. It seems that after three days they got a little tired of the impromptu partying. Seeing as the boss is unable to get there due to blocked roads, one wonders how secure the jobs are for bar staff.

This anecdote does at last reveal the fate of the Neanderthals. After being trapped by ice and surviving happily on bar snacks for generations, the boss finally turned up after the ice receded. You're fired, said the Chief. Just goes to show there's nothing original on television.

More Stranded Britons

As if our own climatic woes were not enough, the Spanish have decided to strike and that means our holidaymakers are stranded in Spain. You know what? I support the spanish air traffic controllers. Keep our holidaymakers. It's quieter in Britain without them.