Strange brains, the Russians. Last evening, the television was full of heavy snow four hundred kilometres to our west, cars stalled, bogged, crashes everywhere, following the week or so of awful rainy, sleety, drizzly British weather.Everyone knows that this town’s weather comes to us next day. So what do we find? An eleven [11] car pile up on the pontoon bridge, cars travelling within a metre of each other at about 80kph on a slippery road. Really wise. Naturally, this occurred at peak hour and the tailbacks were unbelievable. Ambulance, police, the whole works.
Plus, the atmosphere is such today that everyone’s really, really knackered and dragging his and her feet about, making errors, myself included and there’ll be a lot of people getting an early night tonight, again myself included. Thank goodness the Focus is ready.
Quick check of the thermometer and this is more like it – minus eight and supposedly dropping to minus fifteen overnight. Lovely night for toasting marshmallows, cuddling up with one’s sweety – that sort of thing.
Is that a pile-up of 11 Ladas - there should be a collective noun for that, but I can't think of one, that's Jeremy's creative strengh.
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoyed your toasted marshmallows with your sweetie - you sound a real romantic.