Brrr, aargh, grrr
Dec. 2nd, 2010 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI 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.
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.