Death From Above

All hail the trinity of Bleh.

Woke up this morning to the sound of the Royal Mail van spinning his tires violently outside the house. Got up, found clothes, put clothes on (in the dark, hence top half on inside out as I discovered later), found waterproofs, put waterproofs on. By the time I got outside he'd finally figured out the whole "DON'T REV IT!!!" solution and stopped sliding into all the parked cars on the street. So he didn't need pushing.

I stayed up though to make sure the paternal unit could get the maternal unit's car out and onto the top road, riding up with him with the grit/salt and mini shovel for rescue purposes. Then we walked back. Did I mention the rain?

Understandably I then went back to bed.

Two hours later and it's still raining.

Like I said, Bleh.

Wow.

That is really all I can say about that. Though if pressed I could go a little further I suppose. If pressed.

Monday: It has snowed! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Going for a walk to look at the pretty (including standing on lake until it cracked and marvelling at the 2cm thick ice.
c) Building a 6ft tall phallus complete with testicles.

Tuesday: It has snowed again! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Complaining about the cold.
c) Building a "Mr T" snowman, complete with mohawk, biceps and medalion. (the snow was wetter and more sculptable).

Students were requested to remove items from the phallus so that it looked a little less realistic. They did so. Snow sculpture was still pretty obviously what it was.

( Anyone still reading? )

Oh, and the snow/perfect peace on Sunday meant I finally got the chapter of fic finished that I've been battering at for almost 3 years now. There are no words for the glee. No words.

And now I have wine. And Wifi. A great combination.