What a lot of blogging mileage there is in weather. Not only here at Friko’s but on many blogs I visit. It’s weather all the way; it’s got to stop!
We’ve had the remains of the snow, now gone. Whenever I point my camera in the general direction of utterly insane Jay she grabs the opportunity to play the fool. So serve her right that I am actually putting her picture up.
After the last of the snow we had the flood. Saturday evening Beloved and I very gingerly picked our way to dinner at Sally and Frank’s; drive and field were lethal with a mixture of deep, softening snow, frozen puddles and slippery mud. I was complaining all the way (all of the 250 metres it takes to get to their house) that I really didn’t want to go, that I’d much rather stay safe and warm at home and that people should show consideration for my advanced years and unsteady pins on a foul night like this. Beloved didn’t take a blind bit of notice. Neither did Sally and Frank when we arrived at the same time as the other guests. The party turned out to be the best antidote for weather induced miseries; how glad I am, that in spite of being a compulsive moaner, I never let it stop me from going out.
This was at seven. When we finally managed to drag ourselves away reluctantly at midnight the snow was practically gone and we paddled home. The next morning the snow had turned into a flood.
Many appointments have had to be cancelled over the past weeks, not only because of the weather but also because people have been poorly with the winter bugs that do the rounds at this time of year. When Helen rang this morning to say she had a slot for me, I dropped everything and drove over the border to Wales for an hour’s pampering. I believe I have my priorities just right. This is me under a mask. I always thought masks were white and chalky, but then I’ve never had my picture taken on the couch, mid-treament, before.
Sorry about another weather post, like I said, it has to stop, and it will, just as soon as I can think of something a little more interesting. How do you feel about a list of quotations?