My car told me that it was minus 3 this morning on the school run. And icy with it. So icy, that when I opened the back door to let the cat out, he slipped on the lintel. He tried to style it out, with typical ginger insousiance, but I saw him.
Though he'd never admit it. Instead, he got his own back by photobombing my 'seville oranges in the frost' photoshoot.
See what I mean?
It was too cold to try for very long, so I retreated indoors to Radio 4 and the warmth of a marmalade making session.
There are worse ways to spend a frosty January day. What did you do with yours?