Yeah, yeah, baby snow. I know. It amuses me how easily this country grinds to a halt in the face of it, when I'm not struggling through the disaster area that our public transport system becomes because of it, that is. But there's 2-4 inches of the white powdery stuff laying in my front and back garden right now, with drifts up to a foot in places ( Read more... )

I just went out to empty my dustbin, because the binmen come at ungodly o'clock in the morning. And I had to knock ice crystals off the top.

And just to prove that it really is snow, albeit of a rather slushy variety, the shed roof has turned white.

Snow? What's it doing snowing in October? It doesn't usually get down to that sort of stuff in London ( Read more... )

Well, the car got cleaned up again, sort of. I woke this morning to find that the heavens had opened, with the kind of intense, pounding rain that can clean up almost anything... if only it wasn't for the built-in pollution it dumps on the ground alongside the liquid. I'll swear that I was doing so much splashing through deep floodwater on my drive ( Read more... )

Alas, I have unwanted guests squatters in my garden shed.


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The rain was coming down in bucketloads when I left to drive home this evening. It was raining in all directions simultaneously. How is this possible? It was, apparently, because I couldn't actually have parked any closer than I did this morning, and in the 30 second dash between training centre door and car I got drenched. The car got slightly ( Read more... )

Here it goes again. Good Friday is cued by a sky like soup, intermittent howling gales that scream through the airbrick in my kitchen and are giving me chilly ankles as the gusts force their way through gaps in the walls of my conservatory and then through the french windows as well to emit a chilly breeze by my desk. Miscellaneous bits of grit and ( Read more... )

Though I felt for sure I'd end up in Slytherin after my curmudegeonly Snape-like answer to question #1.


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My beloved employers have decided that it's now summer, and have reinstated free ice-cream days. Yum ( Read more... )

Fortunately, rubber tyres float. This is probably just as well, as the car and I had to pretty much swim home through a cloudburst after I finished work this evening. The sky descended with a vengeance, and you couldn't actually see more than about ten feet ahead of you. The A40, officially a 40 mph zone in the part of it I was traversing, ( Read more... )

On Saturday morning I got up and looked out into the back garden and found that somebody had been turning it into a junkyard. I found two no longer serviceable cricket-sized balls, one pair of plastic protective glasses of the sort used for DIY, and an empty cigarette lighter ( Read more... )