More about snow
Jan. 28th, 2004 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenSnow! Snow, snow, snow!
No, it has not snowed. According to the weather forecast this morning on Radio Four: "And Britain is covered with a thick blanket of snow today, with the exception of Central London and some parts of the west coast."
Well, bollocks to that. Guess who lives on the west coast? And what's more, it's snowing everywhere on the west coast except here. So I had to go to school! And it was so, so cold! Much too cold to cope with; in a fit of pique, I left my pyjamas on under my clothes. Rather ridiculous but at least I was warm.
When we got to school, I thought it would never snow, and started to feel myself getting resigned to the idea. Emma, Becca and I went to Sainsbury's for lunch. On the way back, it began to rain. At least, we thought it was rain. It soon became hail. Big, sharp pieces of ice came flying down, freezing cold and stinging, and in the end I yanked my hood forwards. Of course, being me, I didn't realise that said hood had been sitting on my shoulders open to the sky, and in pulling it forwards, I would let loose a cascade of ice over my head. That was painful. And then we got into school, my hood had collected even more ice and it all flowed out dismally and landed in a pile of small pieces of ice on the common room floor.
That was entertaining, but soon other pursuits, such as lunch, came into play, and at length I went down to the library. Nichola and I were asked to test out the board games in the library and see if they should be thrown away, and while we were there, Nichola decided she wanted to start a board game club for the lower school. She laboured over this, and I wandered over to the window.
And it was snowing. It was actually snowing. Huge fluffy flakes drifting slowly down, and people were hanging out of windows trying to catch it in their mouths. It was lovely. But it wasn't sticking. The water on the ground was simply absorbing it. Emma and I departed to go the Stroke Association, and had to walk through it. It was still not sticking, but it was freezing cold and icy and when we got to the Stroke Association, it had been cancelled! The snow makes people fall over. Of course.
So I went home. And in Formby, the skies are clear, which paradoxically, has cheered me up. If the skies are clear, the temeperature will drop again and maybe, just maybe, we'll get the sticky kind of snow tonight.
But probably not. Not with the world being as irritating as it is now.
And I'm aware of the Hutton Inquiry; may write something about that later, but right now I don't have any opinion. Ditto top-up fees.
No, it has not snowed. According to the weather forecast this morning on Radio Four: "And Britain is covered with a thick blanket of snow today, with the exception of Central London and some parts of the west coast."
Well, bollocks to that. Guess who lives on the west coast? And what's more, it's snowing everywhere on the west coast except here. So I had to go to school! And it was so, so cold! Much too cold to cope with; in a fit of pique, I left my pyjamas on under my clothes. Rather ridiculous but at least I was warm.
When we got to school, I thought it would never snow, and started to feel myself getting resigned to the idea. Emma, Becca and I went to Sainsbury's for lunch. On the way back, it began to rain. At least, we thought it was rain. It soon became hail. Big, sharp pieces of ice came flying down, freezing cold and stinging, and in the end I yanked my hood forwards. Of course, being me, I didn't realise that said hood had been sitting on my shoulders open to the sky, and in pulling it forwards, I would let loose a cascade of ice over my head. That was painful. And then we got into school, my hood had collected even more ice and it all flowed out dismally and landed in a pile of small pieces of ice on the common room floor.
That was entertaining, but soon other pursuits, such as lunch, came into play, and at length I went down to the library. Nichola and I were asked to test out the board games in the library and see if they should be thrown away, and while we were there, Nichola decided she wanted to start a board game club for the lower school. She laboured over this, and I wandered over to the window.
And it was snowing. It was actually snowing. Huge fluffy flakes drifting slowly down, and people were hanging out of windows trying to catch it in their mouths. It was lovely. But it wasn't sticking. The water on the ground was simply absorbing it. Emma and I departed to go the Stroke Association, and had to walk through it. It was still not sticking, but it was freezing cold and icy and when we got to the Stroke Association, it had been cancelled! The snow makes people fall over. Of course.
So I went home. And in Formby, the skies are clear, which paradoxically, has cheered me up. If the skies are clear, the temeperature will drop again and maybe, just maybe, we'll get the sticky kind of snow tonight.
But probably not. Not with the world being as irritating as it is now.
And I'm aware of the Hutton Inquiry; may write something about that later, but right now I don't have any opinion. Ditto top-up fees.