The weather forecasters have go their
doom and gloom hats on. They may well be right, but they do seem to
relish the thought of a bad storm, something to worry, like a dog
with a bone.
That is an odd expression isn't the
worrying bit I mean, though I suppose it relates to the way the dog
gnaws and chews at it. So when you look at it like that it makes more
sense. The newscasters do like a good 'bad new' story to get their
teeth into.
The headlines claim that it couldn't
happen at a worse time of year. I would have thought that there is no
time of year that is better than any other.
OK, it is very close to Christmas and
lots of folks could be heading away,in fact I would think that a lot
of holiday makers will have already gone,
The 2010 winter, the one before we
came here, was I have to admit pretty bad. People got snowed in and
lots of folks couldn't get to work.
It amazes me and The Man too that a
country so far north is so ill prepared for bad weather. In fact the
bad stuff can bring the country to a halt. Others we've talked to who
come countries with much harsher winters shake their heads
incredulously at the way the a bit of bad weather affects the
country.
OK enough of that.
And now for something completely
different.
For some reason the words of an old
nursery rhyme popped into my brain and do you think I can remember
the rest of it,
Off to bed said sleepyhead
Tarry a while said slow,
I started out with the weather and I'll
finish with it too. The Man and I are, as I write, on a coach ( have
you noticed that I don't call them buses any more?) being driven
northwards. The other day at work someone asked me if we were going
somewhere warm and sunny for Christmas. They were almost incredulous
when I said no, that where we were would be cold. But The Man and I
are after a different experience, warm is what we will get when we
get back home to New Zealand
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