Oh hello there.
Yes, I know. I know I know I know. And I’m sorry. More to me than you.
You’ve been checking every day and I didn’t write a thing.
It’s like this. First, I’m busy that day and so obviously can’t write anything. Then I worry about the serious/political views expressed in the previous entries and wonder whether my normal level of wibble would be too much of a contrast. I mean, some people might actually think that I am a serious minded sort of person with views, and everything.
Obviously, I do have views, but not always that serious. But even that is not true. I have loads of serious views, but they are relieved by periods of considerable insanity. I prefer to think of this as a healthy mix, and not simply the first faltering steps on the path to insanity.
(OK, I heard that, too. Was that you, Liz? Saying: “First steps?”)
Anyway, on with the business of the day. Ah yes! Snow - On Friday - the 27th February. This charming little picture should go all nice and big if you care to click your mouse on it. The snow last night and today does not seem to be the transient thing I expected. In February I had assumed, as most of us do, that the worst of the weather was over for this year. So, here is a third day of snow to add to the other two.
OK, so now I’m just talking about the weather - a safe retreat for a British person. I’d be lying if I said it did not genuinely interest me. I wish it would be a little more extreme here. Cold winters with lots of snow, marked by warm, luxuriant summers. I’m sure there are places like that, but I don’t plan to move there. No, I prefer to hope that the climate changes to suit me better and, in the meantime, I will simply complain bitterly. It’s a formula that’s tried and tested.
There’s a boatload of work for me to do and a Wedding to play for later, so i really should get on with it. Maybe just time for the tiniest bacon sandwich first....mmmmmm.....bacon.
Oh, an explanation. The “P” rating on AndyCam refers to my current pain levels. If you don’t know what /that/ is all about, I dare you to email me and run the very real risk of not getting a reply, at least not for ages.
I’ll finish for now - but I’ll be back, and maybe sooner than you think.
Please stop thinking /that/. Darnit. I need to stop reading thoughts.
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