It's Snow Joke...

[endlessrarities]

When I watched the weather forecast last night, the west of Scotland was a little oasis of clear skies amidst a blizzard-racked Britain.  Great, thought I, we've escaped the worst of it for another day.

Everything's relative.  I got up this morning, and the ground was white.  The road was slushy, too. 

We were due to go in for some more Christmas shopping, so we decided to give it a go.  The weather was sufficiently bad for there to be pockets of slush covering the fast lane of the A737 and the M8.  And yet...  The loons were still hammering along in their big executive cars and 4x4's.  Okay, they were going at 60 instead of 100, but...  Don't they know that ice + snow + low temperatures make for dodgy driving conditions, and that the best way of ensuring their own safety (and more importantly, everyone else's safety, because I don't really care if they want to top themselves - it's Darwinism in action!) is to SLOW DOWN???!!!!

We made it into Glasgow safely, did our shopping, and made it home, too.  I've at last bought a portable hard drive to back up the computer with (three lost half-novels later) and I also indulged in Dr Who - Remembrance of the Daleks.  Now I need them to release either The Happiness Patrol or The Greatest Show in the Galaxy...  Though I suppose I could indulge in Silver Nemesis...

Supposedly, we'll be getting more heavy snowfall tonight.  We've battened down the hatches in readiness - my only requirement is fat bars for the birds.  Okay, they can get by on grated cheese, apples and Fruity Nibbles (we spoil our birds...) but I wanted something fatty and full of energy for the blue/great/coal tits to feast upon in their hour of need. 

The dark red chrysanthemum is now indoors for the winter.  Whether it survived last night's frost is another matter....

But the Begonia Escargot is another matter.  Oops!  I think I've killed it.... 

Ah well.  If at first you don't succeed, buy another one...

Comments

[roaming.livejournal.com]

I always imagined (who knows why, no facts to back it up) that Across the Pond from here the winter weather was more temperate. But when you guys get snow before us hardy New Englanders do. . . . wow. Hello Global Warming?

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

I think so.

Snow in November is weird. Very, very weird.

My mum used to recollect experiencing snow in June in the 1950s, so I guess odd snowfalls aren't unknown, but the pattern's changing. We used to get snow in late December, early January, now it hangs around for weeks and months.

Evidently, it's all to do with the fickle mood swings of the jetstream. It's very unpredictible these days, so we get weird 'freak' (yeah, right!) weather.

Unfortunately, it makes the great unwashed say 'no such thing as global warming then.'

[jandersoncoats.livejournal.com]

I live in a place where it hardly ever snows (we're too close to the ocean and down at sea level), but when it does, people seem to completely lose their minds. They either creep along at 2 miles per hour or they roar along at their customary 70 miles per hour, trusting in their four-wheel drive and antilock brakes to take care of everything.

Sadly, I must drive among them and it's really not fun. Especially when I'm all worried that my truck is going to get totaled as well.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there were plenty of folk who'd have accused me of being part of the 2mph brigade, though I was going a wee bit faster than that!