Thus endeth another weekend
Monday, January 26th, 2004 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanJust got back from an evening of watching telly chez ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
romney; oh what a life I lead.
Given that the walk back was around midnight I was a little put out to find that the arctic weather the Met have promised us has yet to materialise. Certainly it's chillier than when I went around there earlier this evening, but that was five-and-a-half hours ago and it is dark so that's pretty much what you'd expect anyway. Other than a fine dragon breath, there was nothing. Not even a sharp frost.
I have to confess that I'm disappointed.
We rarely get snow in London and what we do get sticks even more rarely. So the promise (100% chance, mind) of heavy snowfalls for the first time in years, and temperatures of -7 with a wind chill of -14 sounded promising. And yet neither a flake nor a gust. How upsetting.
My plan of failing to turn up for work in the morning on account of the 8 foot snow drifts looks like being stillborn.
But then since when have we been able to depend on the British weather for anything?
Having said that, despite a self professed tolerance of cold temperatures, I have noticed as I rapidly approach my 45th (or 23rd 21) that tolerance is somewhat diminished despite the subcutaneous insulation I have been patiently accumulating for most of that time.
Oh well, time to iron a shirt and then shower and beddy-byes.
Good night, England (and good evening, New York, good afternoon LA, and happy Monday lunchtime, Sydney).
romney; oh what a life I lead.Given that the walk back was around midnight I was a little put out to find that the arctic weather the Met have promised us has yet to materialise. Certainly it's chillier than when I went around there earlier this evening, but that was five-and-a-half hours ago and it is dark so that's pretty much what you'd expect anyway. Other than a fine dragon breath, there was nothing. Not even a sharp frost.
I have to confess that I'm disappointed.
We rarely get snow in London and what we do get sticks even more rarely. So the promise (100% chance, mind) of heavy snowfalls for the first time in years, and temperatures of -7 with a wind chill of -14 sounded promising. And yet neither a flake nor a gust. How upsetting.
My plan of failing to turn up for work in the morning on account of the 8 foot snow drifts looks like being stillborn.
But then since when have we been able to depend on the British weather for anything?
Having said that, despite a self professed tolerance of cold temperatures, I have noticed as I rapidly approach my 45th (or 23rd 21) that tolerance is somewhat diminished despite the subcutaneous insulation I have been patiently accumulating for most of that time.
Oh well, time to iron a shirt and then shower and beddy-byes.
Good night, England (and good evening, New York, good afternoon LA, and happy Monday lunchtime, Sydney).
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Date: 2004-01-25 04:41 pm (UTC)Should be fun. Snow is one of the things my car does not cope with especially well (and yes, yes, I know I boast of the 20-second commute, but I have to drive seventy miles or so on Tuesday)
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Date: 2004-01-25 05:45 pm (UTC)That really screws up my decision on whether or not to go back up to Shropshire next weekend. I've already had to alert the ancestors that my decison is weather dependent...
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Date: 2004-01-25 07:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-01-26 01:07 am (UTC)For some new vcalue of "have to" involving...
I'll shut up now ;o)
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Date: 2004-01-26 01:26 am (UTC)