So…we don’t do extremes, eh? Scotland and parts of the South West are on a Red weather warning (which I understand hasn’t happened before) as Storm Emma from the Atlantic and the Beast from East/Siberia create the perfect storm by mating over the UK and throwing out great armfuls of snowflake and icicle babies….
It’s not so bad (yet) here in London…but snow is relatively rare. And the kids at St. W’s Primary love it. Even the cats and dogs love it as they run around excitedly sniffing this mysterious white stuff. Yes it’s slippery and very bitterly cold (we’re doing minus temperatures here, when we rarely get below 0 degrees)…but when forces greater than me stop me in my tracks..I find that it ain’t so bad just sighing and…letting go. There’s just nothing I can do about it. I can’t go to site or to any suppliers, or drive to the gym, or to see my mum. I have to hand over control. So here I am typing this blog and thinking about packing up the remaining dishes before the builders start ripping my kitchen apart. Now….these builders are unstoppable it seems..they stopped yesterday..but have decided not to let snow and temperatures around 6 degrees below zero stop them today and they are out there…dismantling. They had to stop digging the hole in the frozen ground though. I’m going to sort some tea out for them in a minute. The snow is coming down in a light and steady shower…it will hang around for a few days I should think, and then the bursts of winter sunshine and the self-heating furnace that is London will refuse to be further subdued….and the currently snow-padded noise of the capital will return. I love the quiet though. I love it that even the powerful cogs of the financial capital of Europe can at least be slowed by the might of nature. A time for Russian furry hats, wellies and snowball fights has been decreed. Yay!
I have tried out our new temporary ‘kitchen’ and heated up a saucepan of soup for lunch. I can do this….I can put up with 3-4 months of having a ‘kitchen’ in my study and nowhere to wash up…yet. With microwaved dinners and baked potatoes..and salads perhaps. Cooking is not my forte anyway. Hopefully there will be a cobbled-up sink soonish. It’s an indoorsy time, I’m toasty warm, and the building works will be over quick as a flash…much like the rest of life I suppose.
jx
Original 120 year old yellow London stock bricks from the demolished bay being saved for new extension walls.
Ain't we got it made? 