Well, they got that bit right then, you know, that snow doesn’t hang around here.
Looking out of the window at 8am apart from a couple of white tufty bits on the back lawn where the sun hadn’t reached yet, it was like yesterday’s snowfall didn’t happen.
The roads are clear, as are the pavements, and temperatures have risen to a real feel of above zero.
Bit of an anti climax I guess, but we have pictures! We can prove it happened!
So on to the daily routine and chores of housework. We put the washing in after Hubby had checked the weather on the internet and radar. Not a hint of any wet stuff, so out it went on the line. I so love my line!!
We walked the dog on the beach, one would describe it as a “bracing air”, then drove up to the Post Office.
The one here is at the back of the Co-Op and even allowing Ms Misery I-Need-A-Barcode the benefit of the doubt and going in a couple of times after trying to pay the gas bill there, the queues are always snaking towards the shop aisles, customers are complaining because of it and the word ‘smile’ is like a foreign language.
Such a contrast in the next village where again it’s at the back of a shop, this time a newsagent chain, and the staff are totally different.
I asked to use their gadget board to check which of my cards fell into the fat category, and the young lady behind the glass said it was OK and she’d do it. I told her I had a lot but she insisted, going quite wide-eyed when I put my twenty something envelopes on the deck.
She mentioned the word hungry, so Hubby offered her and her colleague a sausage roll.
Her colleague declined, but she just smiled, so armed with a pound as we get 4 from the baker for that, Hubby trotted off.
She was still putting the stamps on (at least we don’t have to lick them anymore) when he came back and put one under her counter glass. I could tell she was surprised and pleased.
Obviously the queue behind us was mounting, but everyone was quite jovial and I did apologise for holding them all up. It set me back £18.48, which was actually cheaper than I’d thought it would be.
We had a little bit more running around to do, discovering that the £6 Christmas tree we had an eye on had been sold and the next cheapest was over £10 so we haven’t got one yet.
Coming out of a third shop, it was tanking it down with rain so it was a rush to get home and bring in the now sodden washing.
We re-spun it and Hubby went up to the launderette so we are all up-to-date.
It’s been raining on and off since we got back, so we think the weather site has us confused with somewhere else.