So, the snow has all gone here in Norfolk, and although we got off quite lightly over here I cannot help but think back to the winters from my childhood.
Those of you who follow Dives blog will have seen what that was like, and how nasty he was as a child. I always seemed to be on the wrong end of the snowballs.
It was thick snow from November to the end of Feb most years, or so it seemed, and the Country didn't grind to a halt. We walked to school, as usual, and if the heating didn't work, we kept our coats on and ran around a lot. Isn't progress wonderful.
(2 snowmen were having a chat, one said to the other, "can you smell carrots")?
Off to the City for breakfast with the Bro through a strange mix of weather from bright and cloudy to heavy sleety rain, mist, that fine rain that soaks you through (thank you Peter Kay) and back to bright and cloudy again, all in 10 miles.
Managed not to buy any musical instruments today, although there was a very nice acoustic guitar in the shop into which I was dragged in a futile attempt to locate some "treble clef" earrings, a gift which Dive wanted for a friend. (We did try P).
Got home and spent the next two and a half hours finding out what 15 years of not playing guitar means to my fingertips. Thanks Bro, that really hurts but I do have the first part of "Big black cow" almost sorted.
England beat Italy today, not a wonderful performance but a win is a win, and I'm sure that nice Mr Knudsen will be celebrating
Scotland's victory over Wales. (shame for the Welsh.... he he, pass that wooden spoon please, we may be needing that in Cardiff in a few weeks time).
Anyway, must go, as I have a glass of good
rioja in hand and a drum kit which is saying "play me now, play me now"
At least it will give my fingertips a break.