For those of you who may have been wondering, my column in The Times didn't run yesterday as everything was put on hold for a 'snow special'. And to be fair, it was pretty special. I even managed a snowball fight with R, at her insistence, I hasten to add.
It all went very well, with her laughing like a loon, passing snowballs for me to throw at her and then missing my face from a foot away. Inevitably, I eventually scored a direct hit to the side of her face, and it ended in tears. It was her idea, it was only soft snow, and I didn't throw it very hard, but I can sense that any protestation is falling on deaf ears as you all think, "What a bastard. Throwing snowballs in the face of a three year old." Mea Culpa
Well, in the midst of all the snow-based fun/chaos, our departure is suddenly upon us, as we head off to Australia today. Once I have thrown a few more things at a suitcase, that is.
I shall try to post a bit when I am there, but with 44c predicted at the weekend, I'm sure it will be boring tales of sitting next to the air-con sucking on ice cubes. And I don't know what I shall be doing in the daytime...
Heat is not my strong suit anymore, as my body doesn't regulate temperature quite so well now half of it is asleep. It will be interesting to see whether I can acclimatise, especially going from -1 to +44. Geeeeez.
I know, it seems churlish, possibly insensitive to all those who are staying in -1 for me to sound like I am moaning. There are probably plenty in +44 who envy me the -1 of the last few days, too. Sorry.
I shall manage. As long as my tyres don't melt. And my cold goes away.
It all went very well, with her laughing like a loon, passing snowballs for me to throw at her and then missing my face from a foot away. Inevitably, I eventually scored a direct hit to the side of her face, and it ended in tears. It was her idea, it was only soft snow, and I didn't throw it very hard, but I can sense that any protestation is falling on deaf ears as you all think, "What a bastard. Throwing snowballs in the face of a three year old." Mea Culpa
Well, in the midst of all the snow-based fun/chaos, our departure is suddenly upon us, as we head off to Australia today. Once I have thrown a few more things at a suitcase, that is.
I shall try to post a bit when I am there, but with 44c predicted at the weekend, I'm sure it will be boring tales of sitting next to the air-con sucking on ice cubes. And I don't know what I shall be doing in the daytime...
Heat is not my strong suit anymore, as my body doesn't regulate temperature quite so well now half of it is asleep. It will be interesting to see whether I can acclimatise, especially going from -1 to +44. Geeeeez.
I know, it seems churlish, possibly insensitive to all those who are staying in -1 for me to sound like I am moaning. There are probably plenty in +44 who envy me the -1 of the last few days, too. Sorry.
I shall manage. As long as my tyres don't melt. And my cold goes away.
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