If it saves one life
My wonderful gubmint has eased the restrictions they had imposed.
There is still a Code Red in force until six this evening, but I am now allowed to step outside provided I don’t go anywhere. Isn’t that good of them?
Storm Emma came and went and was about as impressive as a wet fart. It’s still snowing though and is about nine inches deep. I have seen a lot worse. Yes, I remember ’63 and ’82 but even though they were worse we weren’t blessed with a “National Emergency Co-ordination Group for Severe Weather” so we just went about our business in blissful ignorance.
Cat was driving me demented this morning with her yowling. She would sit at the door and yowl. I would open the door and she’d flatly refuse to go out so I’d close the door again. She would then pace around my feet yowling non-stop before heading for the door and repeating the whole process.
Even I have my limits. I fucked her out unceremoniously. Unfortunately [for her] she landed in a snow drift and vanished into a nice cat-shaped hole. It gave Penny a laugh. She eventually dug herself out and came back in, very quiet and apologetic.
I presume there will be major complaints from a lot of people how the Code Red applied to the entire country when some parts saw little or no snow at all. my bet is that the response will be the usual “if it saves just one life then it’s worth it”. I have a problem with that. I demand to see that one person and see whether he [or she] is actually worth it.
It may well be more practical to just bump that one person off beforehand?
It would save a lot of panic and inconvenience?
Manor is looking lovely draped in its white blanket. Apparently according to another Irish ‘channel’ this weather is “all our fault”. Apparently men have been meddling with the jet stream, probably giving it hallucinogenics and that is why your beautiful white lawn has appeared ‘out of season.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt1YKzo-nbM
Still windy but at least the cloud is breaking up and the sun is getting through, toasty through the glass.
1940: 27-28th Jan. was “blizzard of the decade in Scotland, England.” (My future husband was born earlier in Jan.; I arrived in Feb.)
1941: Jan-Feb “West Midlands 12-15in. snow” (Both of us then just one year old.)
1947: Feb-Mar “Probably worst since 1814” (My future BIL was born in Feb.)
During those winters, our respective mothers would’ve bundled up themselves, and their infants, and ploughed the prams through the snow to the local shops. Not too far, ‘cos there were local shops in those days, but still a chilly trudge. There was generally only one room in a house with any heating (a fire that had to be laid and lit). Ice formed on the inside of windows as well as the outside.
Right now, I’m raising a glass to the doggedness of my Mom and Mum-in-Law, both now sadly departed.
I finally understand the whole EU problem. Somewhere, maybe Brussels, in an incredibly well appointed meeting room, 62 people decided the best name for a snow storm would be “code red”. All our American troops should be called home.