I am very grateful to pottering around my little kitchen as the radio bring news of growing chaos out there on the roads, rails and at the airports. We're lucky to have family close at hand.
Snowflakes have found their way indoors too, hanging in the kitchen window looking out over a very cold, very wintry scene.
Today I've been busy wrapping for Britain. Can't believe I've finished it.
And now the end of the day is here, my favourite time of day at this time of year, time to light the tree and the rest of the house.
But most of all I'm enjoying my two little men being at home, watching them making sofa beds and snuggle in to watch Christmas favourites on tv. Memories are made of this. Merry Christmas.