Sunday, March 14

The temperature has finally gone above zero again and stayed there for forty eight hours. Snow has continued to appear, but it has turned into slush within minutes of landing.

The streets have become a mixture of slush and ice, and our job revolves around recognising which one we will step on or into next. People walk along slowly and carefully, holding umbrellas to ward off the stuff dropping out of the sky, which currently has the consistency of blobs of Slush Puppie.

In other news, I got born again as an adult this weekend as my gum appear to heal and I began eating solids again.