Snow!!!
You know how us Brits panic when we get a bit of snow!
The gritters are out weeks before the mention of frost, chucking gritty salt all over my car when it's parked roadside and making a mucky mess but come a few inches of snow and Louth became gridlocked and inaccessible and over the radio people were advised to stay out of the area and avoid unnecessary travel.
Apparently 3 lorries (trucks) got stuck on the bypass hill and the whole area was affected.
I heard this on t'news and decided to stay put - the roads didn't look much fun anyway.
I thought they'd be better today - they weren't!!!
I thought they'd be better tomorrow - it's going to be even worse overnight and in the morning, MORE snow. However, that's supposed to turn to rain by the afternoon so I may be adventurous enough to venture on to the road and will attempt to remember to brake about 50 feet before I reach T junctions.
Once I left the braking a bit late and it was on a road that had had no sun and I went sliding out into the middle of the B1200, which fortunately didn't have anything coming either way!
That was almost as scary as turning right and having a momentary lapse of memory and finding I was driving on the wrong side of the road, of a sudden! Yes, BOTH times that it happened!
We were adventurous today!
We walked over the fields on public footpaths, which obviously weren't paved and anyway, even if they were you couldn't see the paving (but they weren't) cos of the snow underfoot! It was only about a 4 mile walk but pretty exciting.
I tend to forget that my spectacles go dark (I once stopped buying the reactolite-type ones, think I got a touch of SAD! - kept thinking we had awful weather then would look over the top of my specs and see we had brilliant sunshine!) and when I look o'er the top it was a really really white and bright day.
We walked alongside a river looking for a bridge. We joked about Ian throwing me in. Hmm, I think I started the conversation. When first we met and had a coffee, we followed this by a walk in the town, which actually led down a small alleyway to his car, in which he gave me a lift (ride) back to mine.
Ian now jokes how brave I was to do that - as opposed to stupid, cos he knows he wasn't going to attack me and I didn't think he was (see, shows I must be a good judge of character!) I told him if he was thinking of throwing me in the river, he could have chosen a more comfortable place to do it.
Well, being thrown in a river could never be comfortable, could it?
Hmm, I suppose if you were very hot then being thrown in a river might be a welcome relief?
In Texas (where in 2000, if I recall correctly, in N Dallas, it was over 100 deg F for 40 days running), where the dinosaurs were (not now, of course!) people were walking in the river looking a the dinosaur footprints (One lady, it was reported, on finding dinosaur prints in her garden, said: "Fancy them coming so close to the house!").
I was just standing on a stepping stone and saw a very squiggly little snake in the water.
Being thrown in that water, no matter how hot the day, I would not have been happy and would not have found it a welcome relief!
Heck, on the golf course, I wouldn't even go into the half way loo without an iron in my hand in case any snakes had decided to hole up in the privvy!
If I lost a ball in the long grass, it simply stayed lost.
Anyway, we found bridges and Ian never had any intention of chucking me in any rivers. In fact, on the return walk, a different route, where a small footbridge was missing, he very gallantly went first, testing out the squidginess of the snow/mud and depth of the water and then hauled me across and up t'other side.
On the radio today, people were messaging in about the strange concoctions they eat and drink. One person swore by burned toast spread with Marmite and dipped in milk. Which does sound a bit weird even to me.
Another said Coke with milk is good. I can imagine that would taste somewhat like a cream soda, yes?
Personally I enjoy, occasionally, a Makerson Stout with cream in it. Maybe it was the poor (wo)man's forerunner to Baileys?
A Croft Original sherry is going down very nicely at present.
The walk today did serve to clean my boots of the neat Jeyes Fluid (Ian said it smells like Lysol - but since I only know what Jeyes smells like and not what Lysol smells like, I can't yay or nay that) with which I disinfected my feeties at the Christmas Stock show about three weeks back. My scarf, which has been in the car boot for two weeks has, however, picked up the smell! I wondered how come, as i walked with scarf wrapped around my face as we walked into the wind, in the snow, that I could still smell the Jeyes from my boots when they must be about 4 feet from my nose. Then the penny dropped.
The scarf probably needs disinfecting now anyway cos I had to use it to wipe my runny nose because I couldn't find a hankie in my pocket!
Well, I didn't want frozen 'candles', did I??
I made some really hearty veg soup yesterday.
I'm something of a whizzzzz on soups.
Don't know why, just am. Can't really give you a recipe because I just cobble together whatever I have to hand and add a pinch of this herb, a spoonful of that spice and a cup or three of the other stock until it tastes the way I'm happy with.
Ian gets these "Oh I've died and gone to heaven" looks on his face when he tastes my soup. It's very rewarding!
We ate the remainder today, which I padded out with additional chicken stock, a little more thyme and mace and nutmeg, black pepper and salt - oh and some teeny tiny pasta shells.
Isn't it amazing how much one can write about nothing at all?
And ..... on the breakage front ...
Yesterday Ian broke a glass AND a mug, so he was one up on me.
Then today he was cutting up pork pie and it went sliding off the work surface on to the floor. And I should not have laughed cos a little while later I was just lifting the lid on the pan of soup and somehow the lid upended itself, turned over and scooped it was into the soup and landed upside down on the pan, full of soup.
Well, only Scoop could do that, huh???
I am now now allowed near glass things, plastic things, slippery things, hot things, including those with flames and maybe by the end of the night I'll be banned from electrical things???
OH, good news ... with no distractions, phones, having to dash out to pictures, etc etc I keyed in a year's chitties (don't make me explain again what they are!) from my accounts and started on the current year.
I might be able to get all this done without having to pay a fine to the tax man at this rate.
Once I've found an accountant who doesn't wear Mickey Mouse ties.
It is currently -6.5 deg C outside. There's a sensor outside the bedroom window. When I get up to pad to the bathroom I go look-see how cold it is before burying myself back in the down duvet.
Normally Ian heats my side of the bed up and seems to realise when I return from my little forays to the bathroom, even if he's fast asleep, waking up to have a small chat to enquire as to my well-being, state of sleeplessness, did I enjoy my cup of tea, the time and then he goes straight back to sleep.
I on the other hand stay awake to listen to his symphony and found last night that for 20 minutes, every 9-11 seconds (I may have counted more or less slowly) he gave a little twitchy kick. For a measured, quiet guy in the day time, he sure is active at night!
Last night I was first in bed and gave stern admonishments (is that a word?) about not dragging me over to the cold side!
What a wimp!
New Year's eve .... an invitation or two .... my, doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself?
And when you get older??
The gritters are out weeks before the mention of frost, chucking gritty salt all over my car when it's parked roadside and making a mucky mess but come a few inches of snow and Louth became gridlocked and inaccessible and over the radio people were advised to stay out of the area and avoid unnecessary travel.
Apparently 3 lorries (trucks) got stuck on the bypass hill and the whole area was affected.
I heard this on t'news and decided to stay put - the roads didn't look much fun anyway.
I thought they'd be better today - they weren't!!!
I thought they'd be better tomorrow - it's going to be even worse overnight and in the morning, MORE snow. However, that's supposed to turn to rain by the afternoon so I may be adventurous enough to venture on to the road and will attempt to remember to brake about 50 feet before I reach T junctions.
Once I left the braking a bit late and it was on a road that had had no sun and I went sliding out into the middle of the B1200, which fortunately didn't have anything coming either way!
That was almost as scary as turning right and having a momentary lapse of memory and finding I was driving on the wrong side of the road, of a sudden! Yes, BOTH times that it happened!
We were adventurous today!
We walked over the fields on public footpaths, which obviously weren't paved and anyway, even if they were you couldn't see the paving (but they weren't) cos of the snow underfoot! It was only about a 4 mile walk but pretty exciting.
I tend to forget that my spectacles go dark (I once stopped buying the reactolite-type ones, think I got a touch of SAD! - kept thinking we had awful weather then would look over the top of my specs and see we had brilliant sunshine!) and when I look o'er the top it was a really really white and bright day.
We walked alongside a river looking for a bridge. We joked about Ian throwing me in. Hmm, I think I started the conversation. When first we met and had a coffee, we followed this by a walk in the town, which actually led down a small alleyway to his car, in which he gave me a lift (ride) back to mine.
Ian now jokes how brave I was to do that - as opposed to stupid, cos he knows he wasn't going to attack me and I didn't think he was (see, shows I must be a good judge of character!) I told him if he was thinking of throwing me in the river, he could have chosen a more comfortable place to do it.
Well, being thrown in a river could never be comfortable, could it?
Hmm, I suppose if you were very hot then being thrown in a river might be a welcome relief?
In Texas (where in 2000, if I recall correctly, in N Dallas, it was over 100 deg F for 40 days running), where the dinosaurs were (not now, of course!) people were walking in the river looking a the dinosaur footprints (One lady, it was reported, on finding dinosaur prints in her garden, said: "Fancy them coming so close to the house!").
I was just standing on a stepping stone and saw a very squiggly little snake in the water.
Being thrown in that water, no matter how hot the day, I would not have been happy and would not have found it a welcome relief!
Heck, on the golf course, I wouldn't even go into the half way loo without an iron in my hand in case any snakes had decided to hole up in the privvy!
If I lost a ball in the long grass, it simply stayed lost.
Anyway, we found bridges and Ian never had any intention of chucking me in any rivers. In fact, on the return walk, a different route, where a small footbridge was missing, he very gallantly went first, testing out the squidginess of the snow/mud and depth of the water and then hauled me across and up t'other side.
On the radio today, people were messaging in about the strange concoctions they eat and drink. One person swore by burned toast spread with Marmite and dipped in milk. Which does sound a bit weird even to me.
Another said Coke with milk is good. I can imagine that would taste somewhat like a cream soda, yes?
Personally I enjoy, occasionally, a Makerson Stout with cream in it. Maybe it was the poor (wo)man's forerunner to Baileys?
A Croft Original sherry is going down very nicely at present.
The walk today did serve to clean my boots of the neat Jeyes Fluid (Ian said it smells like Lysol - but since I only know what Jeyes smells like and not what Lysol smells like, I can't yay or nay that) with which I disinfected my feeties at the Christmas Stock show about three weeks back. My scarf, which has been in the car boot for two weeks has, however, picked up the smell! I wondered how come, as i walked with scarf wrapped around my face as we walked into the wind, in the snow, that I could still smell the Jeyes from my boots when they must be about 4 feet from my nose. Then the penny dropped.
The scarf probably needs disinfecting now anyway cos I had to use it to wipe my runny nose because I couldn't find a hankie in my pocket!
Well, I didn't want frozen 'candles', did I??
I made some really hearty veg soup yesterday.
I'm something of a whizzzzz on soups.
Don't know why, just am. Can't really give you a recipe because I just cobble together whatever I have to hand and add a pinch of this herb, a spoonful of that spice and a cup or three of the other stock until it tastes the way I'm happy with.
Ian gets these "Oh I've died and gone to heaven" looks on his face when he tastes my soup. It's very rewarding!
We ate the remainder today, which I padded out with additional chicken stock, a little more thyme and mace and nutmeg, black pepper and salt - oh and some teeny tiny pasta shells.
Isn't it amazing how much one can write about nothing at all?
And ..... on the breakage front ...
Yesterday Ian broke a glass AND a mug, so he was one up on me.
Then today he was cutting up pork pie and it went sliding off the work surface on to the floor. And I should not have laughed cos a little while later I was just lifting the lid on the pan of soup and somehow the lid upended itself, turned over and scooped it was into the soup and landed upside down on the pan, full of soup.
Well, only Scoop could do that, huh???
I am now now allowed near glass things, plastic things, slippery things, hot things, including those with flames and maybe by the end of the night I'll be banned from electrical things???
OH, good news ... with no distractions, phones, having to dash out to pictures, etc etc I keyed in a year's chitties (don't make me explain again what they are!) from my accounts and started on the current year.
I might be able to get all this done without having to pay a fine to the tax man at this rate.
Once I've found an accountant who doesn't wear Mickey Mouse ties.
It is currently -6.5 deg C outside. There's a sensor outside the bedroom window. When I get up to pad to the bathroom I go look-see how cold it is before burying myself back in the down duvet.
Normally Ian heats my side of the bed up and seems to realise when I return from my little forays to the bathroom, even if he's fast asleep, waking up to have a small chat to enquire as to my well-being, state of sleeplessness, did I enjoy my cup of tea, the time and then he goes straight back to sleep.
I on the other hand stay awake to listen to his symphony and found last night that for 20 minutes, every 9-11 seconds (I may have counted more or less slowly) he gave a little twitchy kick. For a measured, quiet guy in the day time, he sure is active at night!
Last night I was first in bed and gave stern admonishments (is that a word?) about not dragging me over to the cold side!
What a wimp!
New Year's eve .... an invitation or two .... my, doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself?
And when you get older??
posted by Pykspeeks Rides Again at 12/29/2005 06:47:00 pm
3 Comments:
"Fancy them coming so close to the house!"). LOL, those Texans are whacky.
What is Marmite? And, good luck with all the snow. I always thought it snowed a lot in Britain and you all would be confidant with the conditions. Hmmm, sounds like NM drivers.
What's Marmite? Hmm, it's a dark brown sticky substance made from yeast extract, with vegetable extract and lots of added vitamins, which you spread on toast and tastes a like very strong beef gravy, erm, like beef stock cubes??
I think the Aussies call it Vegemite. I'm not sure if there's something similar in the US. Well, there's actually Marmite in the US but probably only available in those shops that specialise n Brit foods? There's a website .... www.marmite.com and there are a couple of tv ads to watch, which actually appear to have been made in the US with American-accented people. Maybe it IS more widely available in the US???
ohhhh yuuuuck. Yeah we totally don't eat that stuff. Oh man. We like peanut butter.
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