How was your week?

Mine could have been a lot worse, I travelled to Bath for a couple of days midweek for work and was sat in a bar on Thursday evening watching the progress of the storm that was hitting.

Bath had torrential rain that moved sideways thanks to the gale force winds but was otherwise fine.

Elsewhere and on my journey home, the snowstorm was actually as bad as the dire predictions had warned of.

I went to bed on Thursday night with a plan that diverged at the point of wake -up.

At 5am, I’d check the roads and.

Drive home and try to get back for a call with my friend / boss that couldn’t be cancelled as it was addressing a number of concerns for the wider teams.

Concerns that I’d spent all week trying to resolve.

Or.

I’d go back to bed, do the call at 9am and maybe stay another night.

It was a judgment call and I did a mental coin-flip at 5am and decided to drive home.

The roads were flooded in parts and then.

All was white.

We’d suddenly become Canada.

At times, only one lane was passable on the motorway, a services was closed due to the lorries that couldn’t get up the hill in the snow, leaving them stranded on the entrance slip.

Trees were bent down over with the weight of the snow and there was no way to say where the road began or ended on either side.

And yet.

For maybe the first time that I can remember, everybody but everybody drove as if they were adults and paying attention.

Nobody was trying to be macho or show how fast their car was.

If we were doing 30mph in a single lane, that’s what everyone did.

I got home with time to spare and the day actually went very well.

I took time to walk the doglets, two little bundles of bouncing joy and barking after two days apart and we walked for a while in the deep snow.

Saturday passed very pleasantly and ended with wine and a log fire and Sunday was planned to be much the same.

Except…

I found some dumped medical supplies for two different people on the road near the house.

And a minor miracle happened.

I went to Facebook to see if I could find anyone.

People responded immediately.

And….

Within an hour, the daughter of an older man met me to pick up his vital supplies – she even tried to give me £10, which was lovely but…

And then, an hour ago, the parents of a young boy picked his stuff up.

I don’t know what went wrong and don’t care.

And I don’t feel at all virtuous.

I’m just glad that this week; people helped each other because it’s the right thing to do.

For the thing itself.

Perfect.