Six days ago, I got a light dusting.
Yesterday, I walked to work through sludge and tore my best trousers on a fence while trying to avoid a massive slush puddle that cars were using to drench me.
Today, there is proper snowfall outside – at a level where West Coast schoolchildren could be forgiven for expecting school to be cancelled. The prospect of month after month of weather like this makes me nervous. It also makes it increasingly clear that I am going to need to make another capital outlay for winter gear. I thought I was done spending money on the very expensive move from Oxford to Ottawa once I managed to get furniture and curtains for my flat. Not so.
Just 29 days until I escape (briefly) to the relative paradise of Vancouver.