What's missing from all these photographs, dear reader - that I only now have the heart to write about here?
Here is Britt-Arnhild, the missing person - and how very much she has been missed.
It has been one thing after another at Autumn Cottage since last Friday, when the snow fell, down, down,down - not great in quantity in comparison with those of you across the world who experience 5 foot drifts as a matter of course. But in this part of the country, on that day - down came the snow - then the sleet, then the ice....until I could not get out, and nobody could get here to me. So, as many of you know, I made "an executive decision" and advised Britt-Arnhild to divert to the relative calm of London rather than the wilds of North Hampshire.
That afternoon, I went out to take photographs of the unexpected snowfall - just minutes after taking the one of the house sign (above), I turned round to return to the house and promptly fell - er - base over apex, twisting my ankle and landing on the base of my spine. Since then, I have hobbled around like a Fairytale Crone - (even grateful for Mother In Law's walking stick yesterday morning, but don't tell anyone I did that!)
And then, also yesterday - a phone-call, while I was making my morning tea, from my oldest son, telling me that "I'm OK Mum, but I have had a car crash" - the words that every parent dreads to hear. It was the snow again - he was travelling at only 10 miles per hour, but hit black ice and lost control - finally coming to a stop when meeting a brick wall. Then someone else hit him. Thankfully, the kindness of strangers provided him with breakfast and a warm coat while he waited for the recovery vehicle. He is all right now, physically at least, but still shaken up, and the car is a write-off.
So - instead of enjoying the company of Britt-Arnhild, whose visit I have been awaiting for weeks, painting and decorating, with textiles, old journals and cookbooks ready to share, (and a package of goodies for Marta!) - I am now sitting here all on my own, mostly enjoying the comfort of lounging on my bed, keeping the foot up and the bottom down, not getting around very well, and surrounded with textbooks and papers for a final essay submission at college.

At least something worthy is getting done - but I would MUCH rather be visiting Kew Gardens with dear Britt- who I have just spoken to on the phone, and who is truly making lemonade from lemons! I am also lucky enough to be warm, and have food (loads of food - LOADS of chocolate!) and the company of the cats, (who want to know where their visitor is?), so I am very grateful for these bonuses...but still....
Come to England again, Britt-Arnhild, so that we can finally meet up and enjoy each other's company. Next time it will, I promise, be sunshine and roses round the door to welcome you, rather than a catalogue of disasters.
I'm so sorry, my friend. At least, have the welcome that awaited - and still awaits you here....

(Portrait of Britt-Arnhild, taken by B-A, from her blog)
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