Snow is essentially deceptive. It can look beautiful, as in movies or when you are looking out of a window onto it from a warm place, though in the second instance one's enjoyment is likely to be muted if you actually have to go out in it for some reason. The fact is when you find yourself walking in it or on it, it rapidly loses its tenuous charm and reveals itself for what it is: rain, very cold, bleak, fluffy rain.
The girls were noticeably keen, as it fell, on returning to our warm apartment in Bayswater. Noi felt they should experience Buck house in the bleak mid-winter. She had a point. They are not likely to forget our little trip to the royal palace. I know I won't. I'm just hoping we don't get a further fall, of the snow variety, when driving north, as I'm doing tomorrow. (Actually today according to the date of this post which is following Singapore time.)
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Have a good time up north. Meanwhile, the Arse is giving me conniptions with their inconsistent form. Beat Liverpool at Anfield, drew Burnley at Turf Moor. Grr.
The Burnley result really surprised me. I thought Arsene's boys were just coming into their own. I think they are going to be thereabouts at the season's end though in a three horse race with the usual suspects. This one is going to be very exciting!
Up North, as usual is cold. Very cold. But then, everywhere over here is.
You're in the UK, sir? For how long?
I might visit you once the train ticket prices become more reasonable.
Leaving soon, WW. I don't think travel is advisable at this time, especially using the rail system. Hope you are thriving despite the British winter.
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