"oh, Rose, where art thou?"

Not only did the snow-plough driver fail to notice the mounting-block when he was pushing up the snow, he also failed to see Mrs A carefully dressing it with Maldon sea salt, after hours of searching for "the missing one" a vital clue emerged in the form of her wellingtons sticking out of the snow, a couple of hours of digging soon had her freed up and she quickly defrosted and dried out prior to resuming normal service...

... to be perfectly honest there is only one word that sums up this week, it has four letters and starts with c and ends with p, I don't think I've ever had a week when I've been so busy achieving absolutely nothing only to end up completely knackered with prospects only of more of the same.

Oh well, as the weather has set in I have noticed a gradual decline in hits to the blog, presumably because people already know the tiresome whining that it will contain, therefore, new resolution, this blog will hereforth stop whittering on about the weather - problem is there's nothing else to say really unless you want to hear my views on the stockmarket, FIFA, and/or the Equality Act, all of which are probably even more dull than the weather so......... the horses - what has given some satisfaction is that we have had the horses out every day and they have done masses of slow steady cantering in deep snow, some love it, others hate it but they are all fit, well and thriving.  The other source of pride for me is the massive effort all of the team here have made so ensure they have warm dry beds and plenty to eat and drink - all the water drinkers have been frozen up for a day or two now and even the buckets are freezing over within an hour or so, there is a lot of work and plenty of extra cost but the job is being done well which is all we can do.  I think the earliest possible resumption of racing will be on Monday 13th at Ayr, can't wait, I think I'll go and start digging the lorry out....