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...or not, as the case may be. I was looking forward to Christmas arriving today in the form of cold wet crunchy stuff. Which has so far completely failed to materialise. Except during the brief dash from car to office, at which point the sky decided it would be fun to hail on me. Hard. (I obviously need to make my instructions to the universe clearer, simpler, and with additional 'do not throw chunks of ice at me' clauses.)
Managed to wrap up all the Christmas presents in the world last night, except for the ones I haven't bought yet, or have had delivered to my parents house just in case (since I'm heading to theirs on Tuesday). Also need to trek round town now to get a couple more things, so I guess I should be grateful it's not snowing. (I'm not though. I like snow.)
I was, however, genuinely relieved when it didn't snow yesterday, as I had to make a mad dash over the Pennines to pick my brother up from Manchester Airport. In spite of the best efforts of the airline he didn't get stranded in Paris (and neither did his luggage) so I was able to convey them both safely to my parents house, where he met Cassie for the first time ever. Was going to stay for tea but opted for heading home as quickly as possible before the great sky goat ate the sun and cast the world into darkness. Unfortunately this angered the dark gods of the M60 and M62 who threw traffic accidents and roadworks in my way (not to mention a large number of stupid drivers who had no concept of stopping distances or indeed basic physics, particularly those bits of it that say two objects may not occupy the same space – or in this case lane – at the same time.) However, I did remember some of the tricks I picked up when commuting to Cleckheaton for all those years, and so managed to ride the one moving stream of traffic safely home while leaving the idiot drivers all stranded in their squabbles and standstills in the 'fast' lane. Hah.
(Of course, if it turns out one of those idiot drivers was a minor weather deity, that might explain the hail...)
Now off to brave the sunny blue skies (doesn't have quite the same ring as 'driving snow', does it?) to search for that one last Christmas present. If you hear of a freak hailstorm moving through Leeds city centre, that will be me.
Managed to wrap up all the Christmas presents in the world last night, except for the ones I haven't bought yet, or have had delivered to my parents house just in case (since I'm heading to theirs on Tuesday). Also need to trek round town now to get a couple more things, so I guess I should be grateful it's not snowing. (I'm not though. I like snow.)
I was, however, genuinely relieved when it didn't snow yesterday, as I had to make a mad dash over the Pennines to pick my brother up from Manchester Airport. In spite of the best efforts of the airline he didn't get stranded in Paris (and neither did his luggage) so I was able to convey them both safely to my parents house, where he met Cassie for the first time ever. Was going to stay for tea but opted for heading home as quickly as possible before the great sky goat ate the sun and cast the world into darkness. Unfortunately this angered the dark gods of the M60 and M62 who threw traffic accidents and roadworks in my way (not to mention a large number of stupid drivers who had no concept of stopping distances or indeed basic physics, particularly those bits of it that say two objects may not occupy the same space – or in this case lane – at the same time.) However, I did remember some of the tricks I picked up when commuting to Cleckheaton for all those years, and so managed to ride the one moving stream of traffic safely home while leaving the idiot drivers all stranded in their squabbles and standstills in the 'fast' lane. Hah.
(Of course, if it turns out one of those idiot drivers was a minor weather deity, that might explain the hail...)
Now off to brave the sunny blue skies (doesn't have quite the same ring as 'driving snow', does it?) to search for that one last Christmas present. If you hear of a freak hailstorm moving through Leeds city centre, that will be me.
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