Monday, January 05, 2009

Frost Report

Decorations down, fairy lights wound up tight in the box they came out of and the Christmas tree leaning bare and dry and all-forlorn against the front hedge waiting for the man from the Council to come and collect it *sigh* - it's twelfth night and the end of All That.

The girls built a snowstump on the front pavement today (small and unfinished because they had to hurry to school, so I'd hesitate to call it a snowman) and it was still there tonight when they came home, unmelted, standing guard by parked cars in this parky suburban street.

This one's for Mick and anyone who's blundered in here from Miss P's kind link wondering where the heck all the '80s music' is.

Fiat Lux - 'Feels Like Winter Again' (1982)

27 comments:

  1. brrrrr. and that's with the brilliant central london microclimate thingy.

    the word thingy was 'wingle' which sounds very nice
    x

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  2. Why don't I know Fiat Lux - lovely start to it all - did you slip over today or have to stretch out a steadying hand?

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  3. Congrats on getting such a lovely shout out. :)You deserve it.

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  4. My tree's still up and will probably stay there till February. Happy New Year, Davy: did you listen to my podcasts?
    Word verificiation is starting to become sinisterly appropriate: 'takers'.

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  5. Why, it's all frosty this way as well. I even think my masthead froze over...?

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  6. It's absolutely male member shrinkingly cold up here and it's snowing into the bargain. Looking forward to the very early morning drive to Edinburgh tomorrow.
    The sort of night when a hot toddie would go down well, why did I stupidly decide to stay of the sauce to March?
    Drew

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  7. Magnifico! I love this song and band, but you know that don't you. I've been meaning to post it myself as part of a series on the Cocteau record label that I never seem to get around to writing.

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  8. Ah well, there's only time for so much isn't there? No, no microclimate and it's a wonder I didn't slip this morning it were that treacherous, but not even tonight with an M&S ready meal from the station on account of Mrs H's being in all day with a poor, sick youngest daughter (vomity vomity) did I stumble, thankfully, and my masthead stayed unfrosted. And Dane do stop it x and Steve yes I did, but I was a tad disappointed you didn't read my request for My Uncle Ted in Churchill Ward and Drew - of the sauce is what you do, actually, need to be because March, like tomorrow, is a long, long time x

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  9. That's what sobriety does to you, spelling and grammar go to pot.
    Drew

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  10. Bah....a minor bit of frost and you southern jesssies whinge, whinge, whinge about the weather....

    (Memo to Drew.....never let them think we cant cope when it goes baltic on us round here....).

    I see your shout-out called you eccentric. In my book you only get called eccentric if you're posh and rich....I reckon you're just plain mad.

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  11. the trafalgar square fountains froze. brrrrrr

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  12. Southern jessies, eh? Look where the coldest place in England was on this report. Mrs Mick's from north of the border and even she complained (still sent me out for the wine of course).

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  13. DVD - you survived the emerald isle, good to have you back with us.
    Don't get me started Mick, minus 6 (only) and you people in Englandshire shut the schools. We don't even put on a simit until -10.
    Drew

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  14. should have been semmit, this sobriety really is playing havoc with my spelling
    Drew

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  15. Sorry to continue with the southern jessie-isms, but what is a semmit, pray tell?

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  16. Davy, I just asked Mrs Mick and she says it's a vest (She tell's me things like "your spaver's down" and "this place is barkett" and I'm supposed to know what she means even if I'm "Takin' the boak!(SP?)"

    Anyway, Drew, it was -10 in Farnborough and we sent the weans to school in bare feet.

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  17. With phrases like "this place is barkett" I suspect that your better half is an east-coaster, Mick, the climate that side of the country is rather tropical in comparison to what us hardy west-coasters have to deal with but even we wouldn't send the weans to school without their gutties.
    Drew

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  18. You still here, Dave? She's from the City of Discovery (previously the city of Jute, Jam & Journalism.

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  19. So I crawls from me bed to offer my salutations (after my ablutions obviously) in order to bid you all 'good day' ... and I find all this ere madness and colloquial caledonian capery.

    Back to my flea-ridden scratcher hibernation to warm my globals it is then.

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  20. I am living in a large cardboard box in the loft. The box is full of hay and has a number of air holes in the lid.
    I have a liberal coating of linseed oil on my elbows and knees to prevent chafing.
    I have pie-stuffed cheeks and a little er, dormousian energy.
    I can see no added value brought about by the bleak mid-winter.

    My toes is froze, my nose is froze and as for my testacles .. well.

    Only David Soul's Silver Lady would be as chilled to the bone.

    I will awake only for porridge, poos and football results.

    And of course, to bid you, my companianeoros (slightly made-up word) de la blogs fantastique good cheer and goodwill.

    And so to bed.

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  21. Oh ... and 'testacles' are kinda what a boy octopus has.

    Zzzzz

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  22. Best off in there dear boy.

    Out here it's double talkers and backstreet walkers at every turn.

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  23. the temperature rose to -3 here today.....short-sleeved shirts were the order of the day at the office.

    And Factor 8 sunscreen.

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  24. Here I am several days late and a few dollars short....thank you for the mention. And, when you tire of cold, frosty weather, come visit us in Florida (although tonight it may dip into the 40's F...brrrrrr).

    I *love* Fiat Lux....how appropriate! XO

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