Last Saturday it rained. All day. It felt just like being back in England. Generally this wouldn’t have been much of a problem, but of course we had planned to go skiing for the day, and had rented a car in anticipation. (To add insult to injury, the rest of the week had been perfect spring weather.) Skiing in the rain is really not the most pleasant way to spend a day so we decided not to go, but the prospect of any other kind of day trip didn’t measure up to the original plans. Continue reading
I am struggling to believe that it’s March already, especially as it feels like we haven’t really done anything with 2015 yet. Of course that is complete nonsense – so far this year I’ve set foot in 10 different states (or 11, if I count changing planes in Dallas), and Tom clocked up one more with his trip to Vegas. On the New York front, however, we’ve mostly been staying indoors and trying to keep warm.