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Cold. Very cold.
It is bloody cold. So cold, that I took my gloves with me today and actually wore them. Well, I spent a lot of time trying not to look like Michael Jackson, but he copied me. It's always been my habit to wear the left glove and carry the right. Anyway... cold. It's not far from our classroom to the drama cottage, so we ran. And looked ridiculous. And we performed our small piece from the Crucible, and got less interruptions than Ella and Jess. I was perversely proud of that at the time.
But what was I saying? It's cold... and I have it on good authority that the temperature today, sans windchill, was minus three degrees Celsius. This is as opposed to the night-time, when it's minus seven. This is all wrong, and I do not believe in global warming, as Formby and Crosby and everything in between are coastal villages. They are bathed in warm seawater three hundred and sixty-five days a year. We never get cold like this, so why today?
Not that it didn't have its good points. Clear blue skies, horizon to horizon without a cloud, dazzling icy sunshine, and then there's the effect the weather has on people when it's like this. Clear vision, clear voices, sharp defined detail wherever you look.
Maybe that is just me.
Anyway, I am cold now. Want something to eat, don't want to navigate my mother to the airport tonight, but I accept that if I don't I will never see her or Pedar again. They'll end up in Gibralter or something...
I will go and do some work, I think, and try to watch M*A*S*H without interference... it's my favourite episode, the one with the telegram to-
Phone rang at that point. My mother checking I'm alive.
-to Harry Truman, that's it. The one with the telgram saying "Who's responsible?" and then the whole latrine story.
Which reminds me - can anyone tell me whether Harry Truman was a Democrat or a Republican president? I know I could look it up, but I'm too lazy.
I gave Alanna back to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilka today, and discovered I won't be seeing her again until the second week of January. I find this very depressing.
Unless... yes, there's New Year's. I'm looking forward to that - not only will it be the dawn of a whole new year, the year I turn sixteen, take my GCSEs and hopefully spend a month on the shores of the Pacific, but I will be at home again.
But what was I saying? It's cold... and I have it on good authority that the temperature today, sans windchill, was minus three degrees Celsius. This is as opposed to the night-time, when it's minus seven. This is all wrong, and I do not believe in global warming, as Formby and Crosby and everything in between are coastal villages. They are bathed in warm seawater three hundred and sixty-five days a year. We never get cold like this, so why today?
Not that it didn't have its good points. Clear blue skies, horizon to horizon without a cloud, dazzling icy sunshine, and then there's the effect the weather has on people when it's like this. Clear vision, clear voices, sharp defined detail wherever you look.
Maybe that is just me.
Anyway, I am cold now. Want something to eat, don't want to navigate my mother to the airport tonight, but I accept that if I don't I will never see her or Pedar again. They'll end up in Gibralter or something...
I will go and do some work, I think, and try to watch M*A*S*H without interference... it's my favourite episode, the one with the telegram to-
Phone rang at that point. My mother checking I'm alive.
-to Harry Truman, that's it. The one with the telgram saying "Who's responsible?" and then the whole latrine story.
Which reminds me - can anyone tell me whether Harry Truman was a Democrat or a Republican president? I know I could look it up, but I'm too lazy.
I gave Alanna back to
lilka today, and discovered I won't be seeing her again until the second week of January. I find this very depressing.Unless... yes, there's New Year's. I'm looking forward to that - not only will it be the dawn of a whole new year, the year I turn sixteen, take my GCSEs and hopefully spend a month on the shores of the Pacific, but I will be at home again.