When we were kids we always used to view snow that hung about for days getting grubby but going nowhere as snow that was 'waiting for its friends to join it' meaning the there would be sledging in 'the hills and hollows' our local sledging field and with luck the school might even be shut for a couple of days. Now of course I have mor less reached that stage again - it does look quite pretty and I can't go anywhere anyway. But all those years in between were years of frustration - icy roads, traffic cross-ways on on the hills, everyone late for work. At first this morning, when my carer came, the sun was breaking through and the sky looked promising. But now at 11.03 the sky is grey and the odd flake is falling and the outlook is wintry.
I have done a little bit of 'office work' - paying the newspaper bill, filling in a form and putting it ready to post, getting in touch with the Physio. The job I am hoping to do today is to get my land line handset working properly. When I went into hospital when I broke my hip I never used my Mobile and really didn't know how to work it. Necessity meant I learned very quickly. Now, having bought a new pair of handsets for my landline I am in the same situation with them and have really got in quite a muddle. I really must get myself sorted out.
As usual last evening, after watching Sir David Attenborough's new programme on our Planet, I marvel at his expertise and his delivery well into his Nineties as well as the fact that we do indeed live on the most wonderful Planet. It did strike me, as I watched the Maribou Storks waiting 'in the wings' to pick off any stragglers amongst the baby flamingoes that really we are one of the few species who have no natural enemies and so what do we do? We make them, left right and centre, we spend millions on the manufacture of arms while millions of children in poorer countries starve, we turn a blind eye on children with limbs blown off in countries like Syria, on starving children in countries like Yemen; we turn back boats holding immigrants intent on getting what they hope will be a better life. What a strange world we live in.
As I sit here the grey sky has gone and blue prevails once more. The sun is shining in the window. My carer has brought me a plate of the casserole they had for lunch yesterday, which is marvellous. I have Dauphinoise Potatoes and mixed greens left from my Sunday lunch yesterday - so the microwave calls. What did we do before them?