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It snowed here yesterday on and off. Not your usual snow but perhaps what the meteorologists call snow grains; a bit like tiny hail, not sticky so blew around a lot. There was a little sleety stuff too, but not much of anything until the evening, when it settled on the lawn.

This morning we have woken up to what's being reported as NZ's worst national snow event in at least 15 years. All the city buses are off; rubbish collections postponed; council facilities closed; police advise motorists to not venture out; I have email advising me not to come to work (which is a shame in that it's warmer there than it is at home!). It seems around ankle deep here on the plains, though is reportedly a foot deep up in the hill suburbs.

Yesterday I bought a bike, though it's going to stay in the garage until the cold snap has gone and I've shaken off this proto-cold. Riding it home from the bike shop with an antarctic gale of a head wind (the harbinger of the snow) was hard enough.

... or perhaps that should be "staying warm" strategies. Living in what passes for a wooden fridge at this time of year means you quickly learn a few tricks. I've spent most of this weekend wearing four or five layers in the house, and will often put on another, as well as my gloves, to go downstairs or to the loo. ( Read more... )

Nothing too exciting here, but just to show that it really is that wintry. When I went out this morning it was generally about 4 inches deep.

By the way, the first pic is our house.