Because of the forecast, I'm reluctant to go out, which doesn't make any sense at all. Sure, it's cold. But it's not snowing. And the forecast could be wrong. And, even if it's right, the snow isn't supposed to be heavy until this evening.
I have a cup of tea, the early sections of the Sunday Times, and plenty of knitting. So, I shall drink tea and knit and wait for the snow to start.