Last night I saw fairy dust.
Sometimes when it gets really cold - 7 or 8 below freezing, all the moisture in the air crystalises and forms sparkling diamonds floating and dancing in the air. It's too cold for snow, but this is far more magical.
H and I sat with our noses pressed up against the window for fifteen minutes watching the air twinkling around a huge Christmas tree by the chalet balcony. And then I looked at my watch and realised it was 6.30pm. This time last week I was on the tube.