Greetings from the cave

At lunchtime yesterday I checked the salad leaves growing in my greenhouse in the sunshine, took a few breaths of ‘outside-the -house-sunshine’ air, then slunk back to the cave.

And woke this morning to find this:

The white blob on the upper right is the greenhouse.

The real problem is the ice – the weight on the flowers and plants has broken the stems and the last of the rhubarb is kaput. Walking is pretty lethal too.

Can I go back to hibernate now?

On the other hand, I do have a working outline of the new book to get my teeth into, so I can dream away, creating award winning romance during hibernation, while my extra body fat is consumed all on its own.

Well I can dream. 🙂