It’s snowing again.
I’m getting a little tired of it at this stage as it’s stopping me from going out. When I got up this morning, it was the little dry pellet type snow, which later became nice big feathery flakes. Now it’s the powdery stuff blowing horizontally across the land. I think I’m going snow blind.
I sent Herself down to the village last night to replenish my whiskey stocks. She tried to argue but I reminded her how I got her cigarettes the other day.
I haven’t seen her since.
It’s nearly eighteen hours since she left, and I am beginning to get a little worried. I don’t fancy having to revert to that cheap stuff I brought back from France. However, in times of crisis, I suppose I must expect some hardship?
So it’s just Sandy, me and the guinea pigs [and the occasional mouse]. We are beginning to tire of each others company. The guinea pigs are starting to look delicious again, which is a bad sign. There has been fuck all response to the alerts put out on television for people to check on their elderly neighbours. I could be dead for all my lot care. I wish they would call though – it would be nice to have someone make me some lunch.
If anyone out there wants to help me, could you please arrange for the Coastguard helicopter to drop emergency supplies into me? Two large Jameson’s should be sufficient for the time being. I don’t want to be a burden.
I’m tied of being stuck indoors all the time.