Tonight is one of those strangely luminous nights and out the window I can see trees as whitened filligree against the greyly lit sky. Looking more. My head turned. The filligree is snow (!). Snow on the grass, outlines on cars too … It’s been snowing while I read these two and a half hours.
With snow the Jaguars of whatever vintage are useless. So Admiral takes my car! I tell him DO NOT change the mirrors; or, if you do, be sure and put them back. I’ve discovered I cannot change mirrors by hand. I must press some computer button. Of course I cannot figure out which it is or what to do. (Still cannot use GPS at all.) This car drives this honorary Duchess wild …