We've got house-sized drifts from the wind but by carefully employed scientific calibration of the top of my town-centre, semi-protected  garden wall it's only about four inches total.  However these are evidently the advance-guard guerilla inches sent to infiltrate our technology and render us helpless to do anything but sit by a wood fire and read hard copy.  It's also still snowing and the sky is fully loaded.   Peter has no internet connection at all and mine here at the cottage is on...