Hurtling horses and cosy evenings.

Yesterday as I went home a different spirit seemed to be in the air, the gang of men on horses, galloping up and down, was almost threatening and I could imagine them sweeping a young woman up and carting her off. Then I turned the corner into my street and a stir in the air said snow was on the way again.   When it falls, it falls like little pellets of silicon hard and fast.  So I could not be bothered to trek across to the kitchen and restaurant to see if they had an internet signal, but despite it all being repaired two days ago nothing worked in my room.    In the evening it felt nice and cosy to help the daughter in law of the family look after her baby and then make samos, a bit like samosas and all from fresh ingredients. It is one of the things a lot of educated young women here, understandably find a bit of a challenge, that they do all the cooking for the family. Today however a chef is supposed to be coming to help do some cooking for the party.