Last night at 4a.m. came a big clap of thunder. I got up to go and disconnect all electronic equipment from the mains power, in case of a damaging spike.
Going back to bed, I notice it’s a lot lighter than it should be. My window is lit up, almost bright enough to be daylight through thick cloud. Not in a healthy colour, rather a dirty grey shade of salmon pink. Looking more closely, I see it’s snowing: the light is just the usual streetlight pollution reflected off thick, falling snow. Why the **** are we burning so many ugly bright lights at 4 a.m.?
Going out today, I’m disappointed to find it’s nothing like last winter’s real snow, but rather classic English mild-weather slush. Ugh. Still seems to have brought half the county to a halt.