Today feels like a new beginning. London has fallen apart due to 8" of snow - Hedge was scathing of the effect of a few "snowflakes" when it seems to me to all be a bit worse than that - every bus cancelled, several tube lines shut, Gatwick, Heathrow and City airport closed -one minute it's picture perfect - like a painting seeing the Houses of Parliament with a snowy blanket on -and knowing full well that with all that heat of gazillions of bodies and electricity and energy that within a matter or hours it will be grey and wet and slushy. The boys were convinced that owing to the fact that 450 schools are closed in England - Finzean too would definately be shut..........every working mother's nightmare! -and hurrah we are made of sterner (less snow hysteria stuff) Looking out my office window - my car looks like a christmas cake with one grasped armful of snow removed to make a snowball -and the bird table is groaning with the Woodpecker and the coal tits encrusting the nuts. Theres a wonderful blue grey steely light - but its not dark thanks to the overall snowy frosting.
This time last year it was sleet and gales at 70mph as Hugh Fearnley Whittngsall gamely tried to launch the first cast in the river in order to officially open the salmon fishing - this year it's Clive Anderson's turn -I dont much fancy standing knee deep in lairds in return for stewed tea and a dodgy bacon roll - but as part of my support for the DSFB -I give the layman's perspective -and what Ive recently learned but always known is that there is no such thing as the average anything -that's the cop-out central line - anyway I'm inclined to go. But in so far as crativity and snow on the line there is no avoiding the inevitable....this is the first day of my latest career - today is the day that I can no longer avoid - Let the Play commence - A Portrait of Our Time. i feel like a gladiator! The fact is I might have been a bit hasty and more than a little naive to say - I can write a play - how hard can that be - this will inevitably haunt me from now till september -however it's not SO long in the big plan of things - and really in my more optimistic moments - How Hard Can It Be?....Ive completed the tax return, Ive renewed the car insurance - perhaps I can delay this mornings commencement with the on-lineTesco delivery order and I need to phone the plumber to remind him that he's taking the piss......July 08 was when I first brought to his attention that the newly installed bathroom had a dodgy componeant....and started telling him the loo seat was wobbly and not long for this world after only a month of Shand men leverage. Now that it has finally sheared off it's like having an elephant trap in the bathroom - so far no casualties except Fin's wee friend Sophie who was nearly swallowed by the porcelain as I shouted "watch out for the loo seat" it's only there for show and "too late" preceding a small yelp. A precarious balancing act when sitting down is required. Rather like starting to write a play......So this morning - to the river, to the hoover and to work. My day will not be ruined by NOT getting to work due to snow on the road - as long as it's not water on the brain, I will procrastinate no more....How hard can that be again??
This time last year it was sleet and gales at 70mph as Hugh Fearnley Whittngsall gamely tried to launch the first cast in the river in order to officially open the salmon fishing - this year it's Clive Anderson's turn -I dont much fancy standing knee deep in lairds in return for stewed tea and a dodgy bacon roll - but as part of my support for the DSFB -I give the layman's perspective -and what Ive recently learned but always known is that there is no such thing as the average anything -that's the cop-out central line - anyway I'm inclined to go. But in so far as crativity and snow on the line there is no avoiding the inevitable....this is the first day of my latest career - today is the day that I can no longer avoid - Let the Play commence - A Portrait of Our Time. i feel like a gladiator! The fact is I might have been a bit hasty and more than a little naive to say - I can write a play - how hard can that be - this will inevitably haunt me from now till september -however it's not SO long in the big plan of things - and really in my more optimistic moments - How Hard Can It Be?....Ive completed the tax return, Ive renewed the car insurance - perhaps I can delay this mornings commencement with the on-lineTesco delivery order and I need to phone the plumber to remind him that he's taking the piss......July 08 was when I first brought to his attention that the newly installed bathroom had a dodgy componeant....and started telling him the loo seat was wobbly and not long for this world after only a month of Shand men leverage. Now that it has finally sheared off it's like having an elephant trap in the bathroom - so far no casualties except Fin's wee friend Sophie who was nearly swallowed by the porcelain as I shouted "watch out for the loo seat" it's only there for show and "too late" preceding a small yelp. A precarious balancing act when sitting down is required. Rather like starting to write a play......So this morning - to the river, to the hoover and to work. My day will not be ruined by NOT getting to work due to snow on the road - as long as it's not water on the brain, I will procrastinate no more....How hard can that be again??
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