I left the house early for Rotaract tonight because I knew my car would be steamed up. And it was - the back windows were anyway. The rest was covered in rather a lot of ice. It took me ten minutes to get it off. The wires on the back window did that, although couldn't help with the large amount of condensation inside. Even after that time with the engine on and the five minute drive, it was only just about managing to warm up by the time I got there.

Then, of course, after less than two hours, it had iced up again. And although there was less of it, it was practically impossible to get off. Driving home I kept thinking there was fog because there was still ice at the top of the windscreen that I could see out the corner of my eye.

I also did all my driving in my proper gloves, which are thicker than my driving gloves. It took me a while to notice I was doing it, but perhaps that was because I couldn't feel my fingers either. Or my feet, but turning the heater onto them was useless because it just blew a cold draft on them.

According to Weather Underground it's -4C here (25F), and there is nowhere in the country that is colder (although some places that are equally cold). It's 10C in Belfast, I'd far rather be there!