Well it was a strange start to the day. There’s certain things in our house, that invoke a conditioned
response. One of those things is the whisper in my ear of “have you looked outside?”. At this
point, no matter what the stage of sleep I am in, I jump up, and manically make my way to the
nearest window, blasting through anything that gets in my way. This morning, I was rewarded with
the very thing I’m always hoping for, snow. Just like Pavlov's dogs, albeit with less drool.

At this point there are other responses starting, is it enough for skiing? In this case no. Is
there enough on the hills, again unfortunately no. Am I working today? Yes. Gutted. Is there enough
snow to turn our new “dry” slope into a “wet” slope? Yes, but again I’m working, once again gutted.

At this point I’ve came around enough to realise that I have a benefit concert this evening to go
to at Stirling Castle, featuring Snow Patrol (ironic name eh?) and Travis, amongst others. This in
itself would normally be enough to send me into raptures, but then I realise that we’re going with
my sister-in-law and her boyfriend, Laurie. Even better!

4pm eventually comes round and we start down the road. A diversion caused by a huge accident at
Forfar adds another 45 minutes to the journey. We eventually arrive in Stirling to be met by
Laurie, and take the car into the castle as the concert had already started. Make our way up to
the top of the town, meet up with my sister-in-law, and stake our claim on a spot to watch the concert.

Wonderful, although how there were no cases of hypothermia reported I do not know. It was
absolutely freezing, well past freezing point.