Brrr, aargh, grrr

I am - I promise! - going to stop posting about the weather. There's nothing new to say: it's bloody cold and bloody snowy, is all. No planes, no trains, no automobiles: I can barely get out of my door. I needed fresh coriander and yoghurt, which once obtained, I wouldn't need to go outside again until Saturday evening. So I thought I'd make a dash for it between snows.

Fool that I am. I'd barely reached the hospital (the going is weirdly slow and difficult, when you're wading through six inches of soft fresh stuff over unevenly-compacted old stuff beneath) when it started coming down again. By the time I got back with my messages (what culture is it, and why, that defined groceries as "messages"? I've picked it up in adulthood and really like it, but I use it artificially), I was walking into the teeth of a blizzard. Just a brief one, but none the less.

As I locked my door on the way out, I did have a moment of "oh - no, I can't go out, I have to wait in for my Amazon package." But no, not so: this morning, the courier company hasn't even bothered to put it on a van, let alone send it out for delivery. I think perhaps they should not have renamed themselves Yodel. Yodelling carries the implication of efficient communication across snowy wastes. Quod erat non demonstrandum.

Civic duty, I perform it

Hee. I just put the recycling out.

Let me repeat that, for the slow-of-uptake: I just put the recycling out. In the midst of a blizzard, in the greatest accumulation of accumulated snow that I can remember in thirty years on Tyneside.

I have faith in our council collecting-trucks. Never mind that Amazon's minions are utterly incapable of driving to my door, I believe devoutly that the council will find a way to the back alley.

And never mind that I didn't bother to put my boots on for the ten-metre trek from my gate to the alley, so never mind that my house-shoes are now full of snow which will soon become ice-water and give me a fatal chill. I have done what I ought to do, and also incidentally what I desperately needed to do, for never were there so many bottles that needed taking away.

We shall see. If they don't come, I'm no worse off except for cold feet. And if they do come, I shall be pleasantly impressed. And shall curse Amazon's minions all the more. Which will be pleasant also, at least for me. No doubt the accursed will be suitably chastised. *has faith in demons of retribution*