Winter made glorious

Winter is upon us. Our summer was crap, actually...cold and rainy and very little sunshine...but that happens in England sometimes. But now Winter is definitely here. It is cold. It is blustery. It is getting dark much earlier and a skunk of grey covers the sky. I finally gave up shivering under blankets three weeks ago and broke down to turn on the heat. The toilets at pubs and restaurants are icy-frozen-cold, and you best think twice before sitting. We are in for six months of this, getting colder and blusterier and drizzlier by the month.

But the swans are now south for the winter. It's just me and the ducks. We are giddy. There is a spring in our step. We greet the day with a smile. We can stroll at our leisure, knowing the nasty swans are nowhere to be found, threatening with their raised wings and poking necks.

Huzzah!!!!!

And the bastards didn't even have the decency to say goodbye.

Comments

michaelg said…
I've had a run in with a terrifying swan before. I've also seen how they treat any other foul within a hundred yards. Nasty, bilious creatures.
8:08 pm
Ben-Bob said…
"Now is the bummer of our discontent made glorious winter by this son of Dork."
8:36 pm
lulu said…
I'm kinda missing Autumn. Wear a sweater in my honor, ok?
4:06 am
Mnmom said…
Perhaps you have forgotten midwestern days of 40 below windchill factors?? Remember the mucous membranes in your nose freezing? Remember not being able to speak properly because the area around your mouth was too cold?
8:07 pm
Dale said…
At least there's spring in your step! Here's it's strangely warm, a sure sign of disaster to follow.
7:00 am
Joe said…
I'm with Dale, it's 80 and sunny, which is just wrong for Chicago in October.

So now what? Do you just mark days off your calendar, waiting for the beautiful swans to return?
7:24 am
Gifted Typist said…
Ah the cold toilets!
I'm spending christmas in land of the cold toilet.
Hmmmm, am I crazy?
3:10 pm
Elizabeth McQuern said…
Really? It's winter there already? We're spoiled here in Chicago. It's still in the 70's and 80's. But I know a horrible cold snap is just around the corner.
6:48 pm
Kireliols said…
You know how I feel. jealous. love that winter, must be outside in snow...too much norwegian lutheran blood in my veins.
10:04 pm
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