I have to use a pun for my blog post title. Just can't resist something or other. It was originally entitled 'No Snow,' but as I continued to write, there was some snow. So I have changed it as I've written more.
We're still expecting drifts of snow. Again, we woke this morning to find a mere sprinkling of the stuff when we drew back the bedroom curtains. BBC Breakfast is making a real meal out of the weather. It seems they think the average Briton can't cope with a few centimetres of the stuff. We can cope. It's pathetic. Then the BBC see fit to send out reporters to remote corners of the country, and then stand in freezing conditions beside a motorway or some North Yorkshire Moors village and make vacuous comments about conditions there. Why not just do the report in a nice warm studio? It was the same about the time of some flooding, when they had to send some poor reporter out into the cold and then, to cap it all, stand, ankle-deep, in some water. What on earth is the sense of this? What difference does it make if the report is from a studio or from a far-off location? It wouldn't just be the reporter, but there must be a camera man, assistant of some sort and someone to operate the satellite disc thing that sends the pictures back to the television studio. Why do people insist on driving in such poor conditions and then complain when they get stuck in a drift or in a huge traffic jam on a motorway? Just stay at home and wait for the weather to improve. Just phone in to work and say you can't get there and have a day off work. Simple.
Standing at the kitchen sink doing some washing up. The rubbish is out, as it's a Wednesday. I put it out at around 6.30. even though it was freezing cold. But at around 11 o'clock the bin wagon appeared, having gone into the close opposite. It came out into the road at great speed. I just hope nobody is in it's way, or a car, because the weight of the thing would totally flatten a car or squash a human if they just happened to be in the way. Being driven far too fast in my opinion. It stopped momentarily and a workman picked up the three bags of refuse from the grass at the front of our house and hurled into the back of the vehicle. I had always assumed that the pink bags were taken in a separate vehicle to be taken for recycling. I didn't think it was all put together in the back of the refuse lorry. Or am I being naive?
Later. There's a surprise! It's snowing. I'm in the sitting room, working on this post and I can see a fine fall of snow through the window and into the garden. Very wispy, to say the least. Infact it's very undecided and I think it's stopping.
We're undecided as to whether to go into the oncology suite earlier than the time which is scheduled, at 4 p.m., as Carol is to have the pump disconnected. It has been snowing quite heavily and Carol was concerned that it might get difficult to drive into the hospital, as well as being very cold, which is made worse because of her chemotherapy. I ring the telephone number, and have to give a bleep number before I'm put through to the oncology department. I'm told that, as it's busy today, we might have a long wait before Carol is seen. As I write this, the snow has ceased falling. We seem to have avoided most of the snow, compared with what we've seen on the news on television, for example, most of East Anglia and the North East of England, both areas of the country which appear to have had the worst of the weather. We will wait and see what the weather does, but as it's sunny and bright without any snow falling, we're more likely to go in to the oncology suite as scheduled.
So, we drove to the hospital and managed to find a parking space and went into the hospital as we usually do, through the cardiology department. It was reasonably busy in the oncology suite and we had to sit and wait before Carol was called into one of the rooms to have the pump disconnected. We were back out and walking back to the car. No sign of any more snow, although it's likely we'll get a fall of the white stuff over-night. It was bitterly cold as we went outside to return to the car. We needed to top up our gas, as we pay by top-up key and so went to the shop in Eaglestone on the way back from the hospital. So, by the time I'd managed to put the top-up on the gas meter we managed to get the house warm.
We're still expecting drifts of snow. Again, we woke this morning to find a mere sprinkling of the stuff when we drew back the bedroom curtains. BBC Breakfast is making a real meal out of the weather. It seems they think the average Briton can't cope with a few centimetres of the stuff. We can cope. It's pathetic. Then the BBC see fit to send out reporters to remote corners of the country, and then stand in freezing conditions beside a motorway or some North Yorkshire Moors village and make vacuous comments about conditions there. Why not just do the report in a nice warm studio? It was the same about the time of some flooding, when they had to send some poor reporter out into the cold and then, to cap it all, stand, ankle-deep, in some water. What on earth is the sense of this? What difference does it make if the report is from a studio or from a far-off location? It wouldn't just be the reporter, but there must be a camera man, assistant of some sort and someone to operate the satellite disc thing that sends the pictures back to the television studio. Why do people insist on driving in such poor conditions and then complain when they get stuck in a drift or in a huge traffic jam on a motorway? Just stay at home and wait for the weather to improve. Just phone in to work and say you can't get there and have a day off work. Simple.
Standing at the kitchen sink doing some washing up. The rubbish is out, as it's a Wednesday. I put it out at around 6.30. even though it was freezing cold. But at around 11 o'clock the bin wagon appeared, having gone into the close opposite. It came out into the road at great speed. I just hope nobody is in it's way, or a car, because the weight of the thing would totally flatten a car or squash a human if they just happened to be in the way. Being driven far too fast in my opinion. It stopped momentarily and a workman picked up the three bags of refuse from the grass at the front of our house and hurled into the back of the vehicle. I had always assumed that the pink bags were taken in a separate vehicle to be taken for recycling. I didn't think it was all put together in the back of the refuse lorry. Or am I being naive?
Later. There's a surprise! It's snowing. I'm in the sitting room, working on this post and I can see a fine fall of snow through the window and into the garden. Very wispy, to say the least. Infact it's very undecided and I think it's stopping.
We're undecided as to whether to go into the oncology suite earlier than the time which is scheduled, at 4 p.m., as Carol is to have the pump disconnected. It has been snowing quite heavily and Carol was concerned that it might get difficult to drive into the hospital, as well as being very cold, which is made worse because of her chemotherapy. I ring the telephone number, and have to give a bleep number before I'm put through to the oncology department. I'm told that, as it's busy today, we might have a long wait before Carol is seen. As I write this, the snow has ceased falling. We seem to have avoided most of the snow, compared with what we've seen on the news on television, for example, most of East Anglia and the North East of England, both areas of the country which appear to have had the worst of the weather. We will wait and see what the weather does, but as it's sunny and bright without any snow falling, we're more likely to go in to the oncology suite as scheduled.
So, we drove to the hospital and managed to find a parking space and went into the hospital as we usually do, through the cardiology department. It was reasonably busy in the oncology suite and we had to sit and wait before Carol was called into one of the rooms to have the pump disconnected. We were back out and walking back to the car. No sign of any more snow, although it's likely we'll get a fall of the white stuff over-night. It was bitterly cold as we went outside to return to the car. We needed to top up our gas, as we pay by top-up key and so went to the shop in Eaglestone on the way back from the hospital. So, by the time I'd managed to put the top-up on the gas meter we managed to get the house warm.
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