Minus twenty two degrees. So fucking cold that I felt the need to write it out longhand.
What’s that all about? Looks like it’s going to be another weekend of shutting the door and huddling round the radiator at Chez Palmer. I had harboured ambitions of catching a bit of footy at the weekend, however just about every game in the country has been called off. With the weather set to continue and a fixture list which puts my team away from home in the coming weeks, it may well be that next match I encounter live in person will be Cardiff City v Peterborough in early February, the ticket for which I bought earlier in the week after discovering that I will spend a week working in the Welsh capital.
The kids are going stir crazy with the weather as well. When you live in a third floor tenement flat, you feel an obligation to take the nippers out once in a while for a bit of fresh air and a run around but it’s not really been possible in this weather. At times, it’s been a struggle to keep your feet. Hopefully Sam will have had a trip to the swimming pool today though.
We are eight days into 2010 and already I am now regretting not having started one of those projects such as a ‘project 365′ photo style log or something like that. I suppose I could probably start one now but a year in my life running from 8th January – 8th January reeks of being slow off the mark. I think my aim instead this year will be to do a bit more writing, including this blog. Last January I had a short story published in the Scottish Book Trust’s “Days Like This” book and I’d like to do something else along those lines. Maybe a course in creative writing beckons.
2010 is my oyster. Apparently.
on Jan 10th, 2010 at 3:07 pm
Catching up with blogs and it’s nice to see you back on a proper forum (I don’t do Twitter!). And yes, I could see this snow far enough especially since it seems to be about 4 inches deeper up here in the southern suburbs than it is in the centre of town. (After dropping my car at the garage last week, I told someone at work that there was surprisingly little snow in Leith. “They”ve probably nicked it all” he grunted. Such bigotry!!)