The recent snowfall in England has successfully done its job once again, in bringing pretty much most of Great Britain to a complete standstill. Airports closed, network rail halted, and roads gridlocked with abandoned cars.
Of course, only the crazy and stupid people would choose to get in their cars and add to the problem when the snow is falling and the gritters are still stabled. The warnings come thick and fast to NOT drive unless you absolutely have to.
Which of course, is why we found ourselves driving through Saturday's blizzard, both dressed in wedding finery, and going nowhere fast...
We spent Saturday of last weekend at a scout camp, doing organised activities, playing in the woods and camping. And also, snapping some photos....
I start so many blog posts in my head, get to about the third paragraph, then forget the entire thing. Which is a real shame, because I am hugely witty in my head. Words flow very easily in my mind in a way that they don't necessarily do if I speak them out loud.In my head I am very eloquent. But really, it's only relevant to an audience of one. If I can entertain myself, then job done! That's probably why when I'm alone I hold conversations with myself and monologue in silly voices.But the trick is not knowing how...
In case you missed it the first time round, or haven't read my about me page (which is called introspective, because that's all fancy and stuff), I am an Australian.I've lived here in old blighty (yes, i AM allowed to call it that, I paid my dues!) for nearly 14 years now. Some of it feels like home, which is a disconcerting thought. But after over a decade, parts of daily life in Britain are as familar as the opening strains of the muppet show theme tune, and almost as likely to make me smile.Things like chunky powerpoints, victorian architecture...
"Daddy is this really summer?"I had a discussion (read argument) with Mr Boxer Shorts about the weather the other day. He objected to my use of the word "crap" when used in conjunction with the word "summer". This is how that conversation went."It's been yet another crap summer.""Crap?! What are you talking about? It's been a great summer.""No it hasn't, it's been mediocre at best.""You just love to moan, don't you?"There really is no point continuing that one - once I get accused of moaning the conversation is simply over. That's his knee jerk response to anything I say that...
Apparently the boffins are now claiming that man's pollution is having diddly squat effect on the whole global warming malarky. Which gives rise to that subset of internews that revolves around the idea that global warming is a hoax perpetrated by government to make businesses pay more tax.The point that seems to be missed on a daily basis by both extremes is - does it matter what the exact long term result will be? Whether our pollution is killing our earth or not, is not the finer subtext of the whole argument the question of whether we want to live...
