In an ideal world it rains overnight and the days are fine. Last night it snowed but it will be gone by mid morning. That rule is only supposed to work for rain. The one “side benefit” if we term it as such is that Anne got up in the night and noticed a fox crossing the back garden. It was really only visible because of the white backdrop. I was able to scroll through the cctv recording and see it from two different camera angles. It’s one of the side benefits of having cctv. The other is knowing when Anne is back from the shops as I can see whether her car is on the drive or not 🙂
It would appear that ours is not an ideal world. Now I sit here watching the snow melt…
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This afternoon it is a classic miserable drizzly British February day. It isn’t cold enough for the snow to have stayed and is inconveniently slushy underfoot. I popped out to get Jezzer a birthday card for tomorrow. A small ray of sunshine on an otherwise dingy day.
Tonight we are watching the mighty Imps play Hull in a cup match. We are the in form outfit right now, as the pundits would say. We brought four players in during the January transfer window. The board supports the gaffer when he is on a roll.
A cup of tea has magically appeared on my desk. Such moments are welcome interruptions to a dull telecoms treadmill day. I say treadmill. That isn’t totally fair or accurate. I have intensive bursts of productivity where I apply nearly 40 years of work experience to sorting out difficult issues in a short space of time. During these times I am motivated and really earn my crust. Then I’ll throttle back for a bit and write this stuff.
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It is dark out and the scary monsters have been let loose in the forest beyond the bottom of the garden. I will pull the shutters across and lock and bolt the door. There is plenty of fuel for the fire to last the evening and I do not need to be abroad. We are having spag bol later and Pink Martini are now playing…