Here we are all waiting with bated breath for a supposed blizzard of 20cm of snow later on today as a warm front coming in from the West meets a cold front over here. It is set to meet over the Pennines about four o'clock this afternoon and result in blizzards with strong winds. We are all becoming so sophisticated in our use of words like 'isobars', 'fronts' and the like aren't we? My friend lives a couple of miles from me but on much higher ground and she told me five minutes ago that it is now snowing heavily there - so must keep watching out of the hall window as I write this.
Tonight is Burns Night - when the Scots celebrate the life and work of the poet Robert Burns by piping in the haggis, eating large meals, reciting his poetry and drinking vast quantities of whisky before dancing the night away with Strathspeys and the like. The farmer and I are going - as we do every year - to a 'Burns Night for the English' event at some friends, where they serve haggis but (luckily for me) also an alternative and where we all sit round and chat amicably. We are just hoping that the snow does not prevent us going. It is only a mile or so away but we don't want to get snowed in.
Now that I am once more unable to drive and am dependent upon the farmer for every journey I make, as we live so far from any bus route, it is wonderful to meet friends and chat. Friday mornings of course are always taken up with coffee in The Golden Lion (we have been doing this for years) and a good old chat with a fine group of friends. This week is our Poetry week and the meeting is at my house on Wednesday afternoon, so that is another day when I shall see people and talk to them.
Although I am busy practising up two Schubert Impromptu and a couple of pieces by Bach on the piano, there is still no substitute for me to chatting to friends.
I shall now go and look out my tartan skirt for tonight - I've got to make an effort haven't I? Keep warm and keep the spade handy if you are in an area where blizzards are forecast.