Let’s blame the Portuguese
Woke this morning to find there had indeed been a drop of snow overnight. It’s hardly what I would call Arctic conditions but already they are shouting Code Red and the counties along the east coast have ground to a standstill.
As is normal, Cat was bursting for a piss and yowling at the garden door to be let out. I opened it. Cat stuck a paw in this strange white stuff [she hasn’t seen real snow before]. She pulled the paw out and looked at it. She stuck the paw in a different spot. Same result. Cat decided that maybe a piss wasn’t such a good idea after all and went back to bed.
Dog, on the other hand [paw?] stepped out into it and looked around. She decided to have a bit of a runaround and eventually crashed back into the house with a big grin on her face.
Cat just came back and yowled at the door again. Open door. Cat stands staring while I freeze. Cat refuses to go out but won’t come back in either so I’m stuck there with the door open. Fucked the cat out and closed the door. Gotta be cruel [to the cat] to be kind [to me]. Cat has now vanished into the bushes and probably will not come back.
There is a storm coming in the next couple of days. Apparently it’s been named Emma and for some reason I cannot fathom, every single time the forecasters mention it they go to great pains to tell us that it was named by the Portuguese. Is this weather their fault? Anyway, there are to be blizzard conditions so the cat had better get used to the white stuff or she’ll be sloshing around like a balloon full of water.
We still have no oil. They were supposed to deliver yesterday but I have just checked their web site and it seems I have been postponed until tomorrow. I hope we have enough to last as the boiler is running full blast. At lease we still have powe
Let’s blame the Portuguese
Why not? It makes a change from blaming everything from Trump’s election to Granny’s incontinence on Mr Putin’s interference.
By the way, cats do that. I think it’s a power thing to remind you of your place. Dogs have owners; cats have staff.
Cat is now in her basket and refusing to budge for anyone or anything. Peace around the house at last.
That’s good: most cats will ignore their basket if they can nick the dog’s bed. Again, it’s a power trip common amongst our feline overlords.
Is that what the Irish call snow? That’s what we call dust here in Canada.
Seeing as it usually only takes a flake or two before all public transport stops, it’s at least a respectable start. And it is only the start by all accounts.
All this foreign snow coming over here , over powering our already stretched-to-breaking-point public services at least provides 4×4 drivers a temporary respite from the mockery of the rest of the nation. It’s the one day of the year they get to feel slightly smug.
Too true! Except down by the river Dordogne in our micro, micro climate no snow has fallen. I was up in Beaumont du Perigord yesterday when it started to snow but it barely wet the roads, let alone whet my whistle for some tough snow action!