WINTER DRAWS ON
All go in all rings!
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
"You washed me! You don`t love me any more...." ...
THE GREAT WASH
"Go on...prove it was me!" Maximus
BLOWING IN THE WIND
"She doesn`t call - when is Mum coming home?" ...
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Thursday, December 08, 2011
A great public fuss was made about this storm, and all the schools were closed, which was a first, and pissed off a lot of parents.
I had to go out in it for a doctor`s appointment, and struggled against the wind over a flooded road. We had a long chat about the inadequacies of the local hospital, which only seems to be efficient in spreading the Winter Vomiting Virus like a black miasma over the local area several times a year. I had a flu injection.
I then decided, in the face of a rising gale to cut things short and get on home, with a brief call to the local Ladies convenience....where I was called on by the attendant to hurry, as she was locking up. At half past eleven in the morning?
Yes, the council had phoned, and because of the gale they were locking up all the public toilets.
Well, of course. What other response could there be to an extreme weather event?
I relayed all this to the taxi driver. "All I need," he said: "drive in this all day and not even a Jimmy Riddle!"
Neither of us was at all surprised at the council`s reaction. We had both lived with the said council`s warped and possibly alien logic for years. (I have often suspected that at the heart of its policy making procedures is a small green person on loan from Area 51)
Home, and a wait for the usual result of a storm here - the power cut. Looked out the candles, had the emergency light charged, a flask ready....
But amazingly it didn`t happen. Our power comes in on overhead lines, and usually, especially in winter, a robin`s fart is enough to put it off.
So all in all, I have probably been lucky.
The dogs, mostly confined, with occasional forays into the teeth of the gale, did not share this view at all.