Brrrrrrrrrrr

I know I should be ashamed of myself, but I am frickin' freezin' right now. We're having a cold snap, with the temps hovering around 0 degrees Celsius for the last week. Sure, it gets warmer (maybe 5-10 C) during the daytime, but at night it is solidly below freezing. Mornings are frosty, and I have to scrape the car. The duck pond has a little layer of watery ice, able to support the weights of the ducks before noon, but swans usually break through. (Which makes me laugh a snickering laugh of poetic justice, of course.) Worse yet, my boiler is acting funny...not out, exactly, but not staying on steadily as it should. Plus I seem to have turned a few radiators off and can't figure out how to turn them back on. (I've tried twisting the knobs, but that hasn't helped.) So my toes are frozen and I'm huddled under blankets and I'm praying that it will warm back up to normal temperatures soon.

But we're supposed to get six inches of snow tomorrow instead.

Comments

lulu said…
Has living over there made you soft? You're Midwestern, girl! 6 inches of snow is nothing, a light dusting. Although I would guess that they are not as equipt to deal with it as the good folks in Minneapolis.
6:52 pm
Melinda June said…
Life has made me soft, Lu. I learned that I am not a cold weather girl when I moved to Seattle and learned I had a choice.

And yes, to be fair, six inches of snow is different when people don't know anything about dealing with snow, the temp is right around freezing and there are no snow plows.
12:18 pm
Kireliols said…
Make a pot of tea and eat some jaffa cakes, all will be better in the spring.
1:32 pm
Joe said…
You used to live in the midwest?!?

How DARE you have the nerve to complain about 30-degree weather! I agree with Lulu, I think those Brits have turned you soft.
11:47 am
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