The temperature was above zero again so the snow and ice are melting, the garden path is slippery as hell, and the streets are mostly clear of snow. Great for pushchair walks, so I took a long one. Ingrid went laughing and running and splashing through every puddle she could find on the way home, and said the slippery path was fun.

Some sort of snow-clearing vehicle has run over part of our hedge: the track of a very large wheel ends at a crushed bush.