We awoke to a white world, with the snow still falling. It wasn’t forecast until tomorrow, I thought. By late morning it was sleeting, and finally it turned to drizzle. There’s very little snow left now – just a line at the bottom of the car windscreen where it had gathered more thickly. From the kitchen window I could see the bushes decorated with sparkles of melted snow.
It’s about 2c out there, but it’s a ‘wet cold’ which gets through to your bones – (the sort of day my Ma always called ‘raw’) – and I am disinclined to go out and take my daily walk. But I should really. Maybe if I put on the heating (which I had only just returned to its usual ‘morning and evening only’ setting) and know I can come back to a warm house, I may then be less disinclined?
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Lovely picture, Nym.
Much the same here, snow and then rain. Did you go for a walk?
I decided it was the sort of day for writing and sorting out my cupboards.
Hell, you could be living in Massachusetts! 3′ in one night!
I have to agree raw is worse than just plain cold, seeps into the bones. Must admit to leaving the heating on 24 hours a day it is always raw here in the winter, been especially so this year.
No Ara, I failed on the walk front yesterday! If we had a dog, of course I would’ve gone 🙂
All our snow has gone again, Christina… still raw though 😦
Pseu, your snow has now arrived in Hertfordshire. Could you please call it back to Oxon?
Due back here tonight, Sheona, according to the forecast. 😦
CO: snow, in winter, in Massachusetts? Oh, my! What shocking news next? Rain in London? High humidity in Hong Kong? Hot in India? Meanwhile it is snowing in Minnesota. Despite all this ado I am fairly certain that, come July, we’ll be whingeing about the heat only to whinge about the snow again in January.
More snow while I have been away. Rather beautiful. It snowed in London, but most of it had gone by this morning…. but the train journey back out to Oxfordshire was a treat. So beautiful – I didn’t get much reading done.
Christophert – settle.
Chris, I’m sure you have been to the UK enough to realise that it is a quintessential British pastime to bitch about the weather, whatever it is! I have a horrible suspicion that it is probably a mandatory requirement for citizenship, and if it ain’t, it ought to be!
Carry on with the weather reporting pseu, I like to hear what is happening!
Any more entrants to the two competitions? Please?!
Christina: a good British whinge is as much a part of the culture as tea, cheese, and the Queen.
It’s much the same in Germany. We’re quite adept at moaning as well. In fact, with our constant
fear of the sky falling down and conviction that everything is just waiting to go wrong we might be
even more accomplished at it. That extra bit of neurosis might just make us unbeatable even.
Good evening, christophert.
Right then pal! Bring it on! As my pals JW and Sheona would tell you, if they were here, we Jocks are the people when it comes to being slightly less than positive. Definitely half-empty glass kind of folk, particularly when it’s our round next and we’re trying to spin out the last remaining drops in said glass until after Closing Time.
We have learnt from birth that we are all doomed and that it will all end in tears, whatever it might happen to be. So, unbeatable you Germans are not when it comes to being negative. We could take you any time.
Mind, if it went to extra time and penalties, I accept that you would win. That’s what you do. Satisfyingly, that would mean that you would be slightly happy and we would be thoroughly ecstatic in a depressed kind of way because we had been doomed and it had all ended in tears. As usual.
Were we to win, John, we would be in absolute and utter shock. You see, we’re not quite used to it.
What we do well in is finishing second, we do well in losing by a single penalty kick. Were we to win we would not know how to handle it. It would be like the dog that chased a car. Once the car stops the dog no longer knows what to do. When we do win we’re happy but then begin to immediately worry about the ramifications of our victory will be and how much it will cost or if we will even look good as winners.
Best, then, to always be second. Not quite risible, but without the confusion of not being pipped.
OZ
Oh, Celtic! 😦
OZ