Life on the slow lane

If this continues, I will need to start to use this blog to learn what my husband is doing since I don't otherwise meet him. I think I woke up last night when he came home, and I think we had a discussion, but I can't remember what it was about and chances are I wasn't very coherent. In the morning when my alarm went of I snuggled up to him, but he was totally unconscious.

It had been snowing all night in different parts of the country, so I considered this morning whether to stay at home or take it to the roads. According to the traffic reports Hampshire seemed to be ok though, and my car wasn't even frosty. Since some of the schools were closed due to bad weather, the roads were clear of the parents taking their kids to school and the trip to work was fairly painless.

Last night it was a different story - I was driving home in the snowstorm, and since from experience I know that a cold day, sleet and snow equal icy roads, I was driving relatively slowly. Which really seemed to piss off some of my fellow road users, flashing their lights at me. Sorry guys, but I'd rather get home late than in a wheelchair.