So, I wasn't going to write anything today. I've embarrased myself enough in the last couple of days to feel like burying my head in sand.

Sitting in the cafe though, I looked out, and the only thing I can bury my head in is snow. It's started snowing again, just after all of the ice had almost melted. Don't really feel like going outside now, (it's amazing how quickly the novelty of walking through snowflakes wears off).

The embarassing highlight of yesterday was the fact that I missed my flight to Croatia. The flight was booked many days before, and although I checked and rechecked the time, I failed to register its 24hr clock nature. I thought it was 11:45 pm, and the airline thought it was 11:45 am.

Now, I don't want to get into a semantic argument about who is right, and who is wrong - the mistake has been made now so let's just live with it - but as a suggestion, maybe the itinerary should have read:

"11:45 (that's am, i.e. in the morning - before lunchtime)"

Anyway, it's done now. Let's just put it down to miscommunication. The snow's finished doing its thing - I'm gonna go outside before it melts, because I like walking in it once it's fallen! Bye!