A multi-weather hazard event
I’m just back from the coffee shop.
Normally I would be found there around four in the afternoon but today is special.
You see, we are about to experience a “multi-weather hazard event“. Scary stuff, what? It sounds like a subtitle of a Hollywood disaster film? Leastwise, I had to get down to the village before being totally cut off from civilisation.
I do concede that I tend to be a little cynical when it comes to weather forecasting. That’s because they tend to exaggerate everything so that “severe thunderstorms” might mean one or two distant rumbles. This time I am prepared to stick my neck out and say that yes, there will probably be snow tonight. I use the same forecasting model as the met crowd, and the model predicts quite a substantial fall of snow over the next while.
But I think describing a snow fall as a multi-weather hazard event is laying it on a bit thick. Luckily the Interwebs is here to tell us how to cope with this impending doomsday scenario .
How on earth did we survive before the Interwebs?
‘Snow joke
I had another hospital appointment this morning.
So I braved the terribly dangerous, nay hazardous weather that the meeja has been going frantic over. Needless to say it was a perfectly normal trip with no ice-sheets, glaciers or ten-foot snow drifts.
This appointment was in the Rapid Access Lung Clinic. This sounded great. Rapid access to any clinic is good so I expected to be greeted by a flunky in a golf cart waiting to whisk me through the long corridors. Sadly this wasn’t the case. I had to walk [and of course it was a very long walk] and even worse, had the mandatory hour wait. Rapid access my bollicks.
Eventually my name was called and I met the doctor. He was a nice bloke who obviously thought I was fully qualified in medical matters as he spent the meeting telling me in the minutest detail what they intended to do to me. The distilled version of his speech is that they are mildly concerned about a couple of spots in the lungs and want to stick a yoke down my throat to grab some samples. Apparently I will be heavily sedated for the procedure which is fine by me.
I have a couple of appointments next week for the usual blood test and immunotherapy. To celebrate the fact, the met office is now screaming about hazardous snow falls next week.
I’m going to have to drive up to Dublin through fifty foot snow-drifts.
Well, the met office can’t be wrong? Can they?
Call me Lazarus
Yes, I seem to be back from the dead.
It was a messy problem what required the assistance of someone with a younger brain. All those people were, of course, taking time off with the time of year that’s in it.
So the site is slowly being rebuilt after its worse crash in eighteen [or nineteen?] years. Some bits still aren’t working and the site is slow, so have patience.
It was a bit of a bugger period last week. My CCTV decided to go blank, this site came out in sympathy and a tree blew down. Luckily the tree missed the manor by a couple of feet.
The CCTV is still down. The tree is partially cut up thanks to Navanman. This site is creaking back to life and my new laptop is still playing merry hell with my nerves.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I had better get back to bolting bits on here and trying to speed things up.
Happy Birthday
Today is my dad’s birthday.
I always felt a little sorry for him, being born so close to Christmas. He tended to get just the one present to cover both events. Of course Granddaughter the Younger has now taken up that mantle as her birthday is on the 30th in a couple of days time.
Sadly, my dad is no longer with us. He died nearly fifty years ago, otherwise he would have been 122 today. 122 years old? Not bad going if only he had made it.
He would have been fascinated and somewhat bemused by the technology of today. I couldn’t even begin to describe stuff that we take for granted today but would have seemed impossible back in the seventies. How do you describe the Interweb to someone who has never seen a computer? How could you convince someone from the seventies that a little slab of material in the pocket is not only a personal phone but is also a computer in its own right? Plucking a thousand or so television channels out of the sky? You have to be joking. So many impossible inventions that we now take for granted.
Of course he never met Daughter, his granddaughter. Nor even his Great Grandkids. He would have loved them, just as they would have loved him. he was that kind of bloke. He never even met Herself, though she was on the horizon back then. He has missed so much.
Yes, he would have been fascinated and intrigued.
Happy Birthday Dad.
I’m thinking of you.
