Snowsnowsnowsnow and the virus

We don't generally get much snow in Edinburgh, despite being on much the same latitude as Moscow. But every few years we do get quite a bit, and this is one of these years. The last one was 2010, and then we got snow on and off throughout the winter, which was very memorable and thankfully hasn't happened this year. But at the moment, it's snowy. And I don't like it. It's pretty, but also very inconvenient, especially during this, the schools' mid-term week. Normally we could take the children to the museum or an art gallery or if nothing else a cafe. Now... it's snow or nothing. 

The main roads are all right. 

We do not live on a main road. This is our road. 

This is our garden. 

Our great (Scottish) leader has decided that passengers arriving at our airports from abroad will have to quarantine themselves in a hotel, at great expense to themselves. She hasn't, however, worked out how to stop them arriving in England, which hasn't instituted such a regime, and then travelling up to Scotland. One feels that this may happen.

I went to the dentist up town today. 

It was snowy there too. 

Altogether I'm finding it quite hard to maintain a jolly disposition. It's such a long time since we were able to see our lovely non-Edinburgh families and I see no prospect of this changing any time soon. We're very lucky to be able to see the Edinburgh one - and I'm grateful for that. But otherwise... . This is all a bit rubbish.