The weather really is the gift that keeps on giving.
The wind up to total panic mode progresses. As I type this, our
Glorious Queen Prime Minister/Taoiseach is on the radio talking about the army being deployed, and how we are going to cope with the disaster that is to come. It’s all about safety of course and I get the impression that without gubmint advice that casualties would run into four or five figures.
We have been told in no uncertain terms that anyone driving during Armageddon will be committing suicide. I don’t know if that’s a hint or even a suggestion?
There is now actually a curfew in place for the entire country. Yes, that’s right – no one is to go outside after 4pm. Wherever we are, we are to stay at least until midday Friday. The entire country is to shut down with ne’er a sinner wandering the streets apart from gangs of burglars and bank robbers of course. It is almost Zombie time but most of the Zombies are in the Dáil.
Radio and television are now devoted almost entirely to the weather. I have been receiving texts and emails from my insurance companies telling me how to stay safe. I also received a text from the oil company saying that due to the Code Red I can forget any chance of a delivery for my heating. Huh! So much for looking after the elderly and and making sure they’re warm?
At the moment there is a bit of a wind out there. There have been some extremely brief flurries of snow. I will grant that it’s really fucking cold with a wind chill factor bringing temperatures way down into minus double digits. There’s still no sign of The Four Horsemen though.
I think I’ll stroll down to the Happy Widow to fix that tap I offered to fix some time ago.
I’ll time it to arrive just before four.