Once again we curse the day we bought a house this close to the sea. Everyone else1 gets several feet2 of snow. We get blizzards that melt on impact leaving nothing but a slight scum of slush in their wake. Hmmph.
Also of course the entire country grinds to a halt, infrastructure collapses, and businesses close for the day because it’s a bit cold and wet. But we expect that.
Still, there were a lot of extremely happy kids with snowmen and sledges on the news, so at least someone is having fun!
1 For values of ‘everyone else’ that includes enough other people to make me jealous.
2 For values of ‘several feet’ that includes any snow at all.
Yesterday and today.
We went for another walk in our local park this morning, timed cunningly to fall between our early morning snow shower and the inevitable thaw. Although it’s fair to say we wuz robbed in the snow department, it still felt marvellously wintery and that’s good enough for me. The crows seemed to agree.
By ‘eck, it’s bloody freezing outside. We just went for a walk in our local park to kick through the Autumn leaves, and my ears are now cold enough to conduct high energy physics experiments. It was very pretty though. It would have been even prettier with a dusting of snow, but despite some nasty sleet yesterday the Met Office have otherwise failed to deliver on their promise of heavy snow this weekend. I try not to meddle in the affairs of the Met Office, for they are subtle and quick to anger.
Pixie was found at the bottom of the bed this morning in a bemused state with her cat collar hooked under one armpit. Quite how she got onto the bed while hobbled is anyone’s guess. I dutifully rescued her, and she seems none the worse for wear. Our other cat Charcoal has one of those break-away collars, but Pixie still has the elasticated kind which was barely long enough at full stretch to cope with this latest escapade. We may have to remedy that. Also at some point I’d like to see documentary footage of a cat inserting its leg under its collar as it appears to both violate the known laws of physics and constitute an impressive stage act.
I haven’t been posting or commenting much this week as lots of busy Things are going on, but I’m still here, honest. Now that we’re back in the warm my main plan for the weekend is to do some Christmas shopping. I know it’s a few weeks yet, but this time last year we’d nearly finished. This year we’ve barely begun. We’ve opted not to take the week before Christmas off as holiday this year, but take the week after New Year off instead. Working in HE we’re fortunate to get the Christmas and New Year period off anyway, so with an extra week that’ll add up to a good long break. Our first in quite a while.
We’ve been intermittently pummelled by hailstones this afternoon. What the weather forecasters euphemistically refer to as “wintry showers”, but in practice are more like the immediate aftermath of making a prank phone call to Odin. I’ve been known to enjoy some proper snow and ice in my time, but driving sheets of hailstones that quickly melt into icy puddles can’t be on anyone’s list of favourite weather. I was thinking this even before our cat Charcoal entered through the cat flap at Mach 3, drenched from head to toe, freezing cold and squeaking indignantly. She’s much happier (and warmer) now.
Meanwhile the Russell Brand/Jonathan Ross1 story climbs to new depths with “emergency crisis talks” at the BBC, and journalists charging after BBC executives in the street shouting “Do we know who’s to blame yet?” (Those were the exact words). News 24 have belatedly starting asking whether this mob-mentality is all a bit much, but as far as I can tell this has only recently occurred to them and they’re mainly using it as a bonus talking point in interviews. In any case I’m going to have to join the mob now, because otherwise I’ll find myself calling Noel Gallagher rightheaded, and then the world will end.
I also caught a bit of Obama speechifying on the campaign trail on News 24. That man may or may not be from Krypton, but he certainly knows how to make speeches. Sometimes I do wonder whether (assuming he wins the election) the weight of expectations on his shoulders is so impossibly huge that we’re in for a New Labour-style backlash when he doesn’t fix EVERYthing. I also hope there’s some real substance behind the fervour. Mainly I hope we get to find out.
Lastly, and on behalf of my wife, I would just like to say ZOMGSharpe!!!111.
1 In the “you can’t make it up” category, Jonathan Ross currently has a book out entitled Why Do I Say These Things?.
EDIT: Now the controller of Radio 2 has resigned.
It’s really windy outside, with autumn leaves whipping past the window and collecting in rustling heaps that creep around our drive like sand dunes. Very cool. Our three-legged cat Pixie has been driven into a state of nervous hyperactivity all day, dashing from window to window and trying to bat leaves with her paw through the glass. She was less keen on actually being outdoors, since it’s quite chilly.
All the more surprising, then, that we couldn’t find her in the house this evening. Being outdoors in the dark, windy drizzle seemed a bit intrepid. An exhaustive search finally located her, nestled in the cocoon of warm air between the sofa and the radiator. Snoozing. That sounds about right.