“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing” Alfred Wainwright
It’s been our habit for many years to get our Saturday tea from the chip shop.
As
we’ve only had a takeaway within walking distance for a couple of years, this
used to mean driving to the nearest chippy with one of the boys.
From Facebook archive
Out with Ferretfingers
this morning: 55 to Haymarket; Q2 to Quayside; walk up to Law Courts; Q2 to St
Peter's Basin; then walked back up-river to the Ouseburn, up the Ouseburn and
up to the Cumberland Arms for lunch; 62 bus home in time to miss the snow.
Haven't
used the car since Friday.
Went out at
chip shop time to find it completely iced over.
All the windows were like frosted glass (literally!).
So I had to pour cold water over to melt and
clear it -
whilst being pelted with hailstones.
Ferretfingers sat in car.
Fester
sat in kitchen sorting beetles not even thinking about offering to help whilst
I trailed back and forth with a 5 litre screen-wash bottle*.
When I commented on this?
"Oh you're
dressed for it."
*See also Fighting The Flood
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