Hard to believe how much the view from my office window has changed since the last time I was here. The deep snow has gone, replaced by a torrent of melt-water and rainfall. The sparsely-populated forecourt has given way to a multitude of grumpy drivers, and the beauty of a Winter sky has been cast aside by the overcast grey hue of a typical British workday.
On a positive note - the weekend was good fun. The extra snow we had early on Saturday was of a ‘sticky’ variety rather than an ‘airy’ type so we got to build a snowman in the garden and I got to blat a snowball into the side of Philippa’s head. Don’t judge me harshly - there was extreme provocation, and as many a teenage boy will confirm, nothing says ‘I love you’ more than clattering something into a girl and then hugging her afterwards.
It all feels like a long time ago now. Everything’s changed so quickly. At one point yesterday I went three hours without looking outside, and in that time we lost all the snow we could see from our house, and it was pissing down. It was a hell of a shock when I looked out of the window. The temperature had gone up about seven degrees since dawn and taken all the fun stuff with it.
It’s all inspired me to do an impromptu, off-the-cuff haiku:
Children loved sledging
But it’s all taken away
And now I’m rambling
RC 5-3-18
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