I was awake at 3.30 am this morning. It had just started to snow and I received a text from Nick to say his plane was just taking off from Bangalore. The forecast for the rest of the day and the weekend is awful. Heavy snow alternating with light snow all the way through until Sunday morning. So which ever way you look at it, getting back from Heathrow by taxi is not going to be much fun. It’s 150 miles and 2½-3 hours in good weather but today – who knows.
That’s if the taxi can get out of Derbyshire to go and fetch him. Getting back by train might be an option – still not much fun after an eleven hour flight considering he was up at what was 4am for him to get to the airport. But then getting from the station to our house might not be possible either. The safest thing might be for him to find a hotel near the airport for the night and try again tomorrow.
Worried about whether or not he would make it home today I couldn’t get back to sleep so caught up on a few blogs. That’s why some people will have had comments from me on their blogs at a peculiar time of
So much for the joys of spring.
it’s only a week until we set off for France for our Easter break and I remember that I felt exactly the same last year as I do now. Tired out and washed out by what seems to be an endless winter and desperately in need of some warmth, sunshine and time off. Although last year we had had a really nice warm March to cheer us up. No such luck this year.
When you have a nice house with central heating, a newish car that starts when you want it to and a freezer full of food, it’s difficult to imagine why winter should be such a trial. Knowing that others may be worse off and I therefore don’t have the right to feel exhausted somehow doesn’t help.
One of the casualties of the weather is Lulu’s visit to the coiffeuse this morning, which has had to be cancelled. She hasn’t been trimmed for nine weeks so she is pretty woolly – she usually gets a trim every 5-6 weeks. I delayed the rendezvous so that it would happen just before our holiday and she would look her best. Compared with the pale and pasty pair of us she would look stunning. In many ways I am glad I delayed it because March has been so cold that her woolly coat has been better for her.
The picture shows her adopting her standard position for paw rubbing and the solution we arrived at for the problem of her paddling in the wet after her paws had been dried. One towel on the ground and one on the chair keep the freshly washed, dried and fluffed paws out of the puddles she made before the washing, drying and fluffing.
The picture was taken two weeks ago so her coat is even longer now and will be much, much longer still by the time we are half way through our holiday in France. So if sometime over the Easter break you see two pale, worn out and weary people walking with something that looks like a giant fluffy ginger teddy bear instead of the smart and gorgeous standard poodle they usually have with them……it will be us !!
I hope the snow doesn’t ruin your weekend !!