| 7:16p |
I had something to say..
.. and it was going to start with an anecdote about Rat. I was going to post it last night and forgot about it, then remembered earlier today, and now I have forgotten what it was again. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Well, anyway, you know how I mentioned last night about the snow. Well, when I got home from choir (which was around 8pm) there was barely any snow. Just the odd flake falling down and that was more like rain. It was one of those evenings where you would seriously suspect to find the road covered with ice the next morning. How wrong I was.
Around midnight, just after we'd finished watching The Handler (which is now on at 11pm on either Thursday or Friday night), Rat thought he could hear some noise. Thinking it was our neighbour he went to the frontdoor and looked out. It was quite bright outside and so he came back saying that the light was on (she has one of these automatic lights outside her front door) so it must be her. A few second later he came back saying that he was wrong, and the cause of the "light" was in fact snow. At that point there must have been at least an inch of the stuff. I couldn't believe it. In four house it had turned from being slightly wet outside to cold and very very white. There was obviously more snow overnight and it was a little deeper when we headed out this morning.
Fortunately, the snow melted throughout the day so we shouldn't have to suffer icy roads or anything. But my feet are still frozen solid.
Today was deadly dull. Mainly because Carole was out of the office in the afternoon, and didn't come in until late as she'd had 6 inches of snow where she lived and it took her ages to get her car off the drive. I had work to do, but it was fairly dull work that also makes your back hurt. The sort of job you do in a quiet patch. But with no Carole the whole afternoon was quiet. Okay, so I avoided making one phonecall so that could have taken me from the monotony for a while.
Marino drove past me on my way to work and drove me to the office - I was almost there but it was nice to get out of the cold for a while. He chastised me for walking in such awful weather.
And then on the way home, whilst walking past M&S's car park a voice called out my name. It was one of the EOs from DEFRA - Suzanne, a really lovely lady. We stopped and chatted for a while, and then I headed off so that she could rescue her trolly from an on-coming car.
Rat received a phonecall this afternoon from our neighbour, complaining about the noise. For God's sake! It's the middle of the day. Not only that but both of us were at work at the time so it couldn't have been off. It had me worried for a while, because I thought that if she had her hearing aide in (and assuming our theory of her hearing things when she takes it out at night is correct) then she might have actually heard noise. I'm hyper paranoid about burglars and I was worried all the way home.
I hate being worried. The main reason being that worry gives me diarrheoa (which, incidently, I probably can't spell). I'm always ill before an interview, even if I don't feel worried about it.
I remembered the anecdote I wanted to mention about Rat. And it ties in nicely with the snow story. Basically, Rat buys a different paper every day, to read during his lunch-hour. On Wednesday he bought the Independent, which I then skimmed through on Thursday afternoon when I got home from work. The front page has a big thing about the threat of global warming - or more specifically a conspiracy theory that Blair is trying to dumb it down in favour of the threat of terrorism. So I look outside, on a day in the middle of Spring, and see the snow falling (well, technically I didn't, but it still fell). A few years ago it snowed on April 12th (which just happened to be on Easter Sunday that year - an interesting fact because the last time April 12th fell on an Easter Sunday it also snowed - if you think I'm crazy for knowing this you might be calmed a little when you discover the birthdate of my father). Anyway, the seasons are seriously getting fucked up. We have majorly hot summers. Mild winters. And then freezing cold and snowy springs. Whether Blair is covering something up or not, I think we have to seriously start thinking about what is happening to our atmosphere.
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