... of this weather going on much longer and am beginning to feel the stress of being under house arrest for five days.
With luck, the next snow dump will be over somewhere else this time, so we can start getting back to some sort of normality. The postman hasn't ventured into the village since Friday! This may be good if it means not getting bills and the like - but when you're expecting exciting packages it's a bit frustrating.
I've spent most of the day filling the freezer up with goodies for Christmas.may as well - there's not much else I can do. (The Christmas cards are still lying forlornly in their packs I'm afraid!)
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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I've been laughing at the neighbours opposite me all weekend digging and redigging the snow from their drives, carelessly and selfishly tossing it onto each other's driveway....after every snow fall (and it has been considerable). They did the same thing all weekend though not at the same time. By the time this morning's dump had been cleared, a scarefully patted down wall had been carefully constructed between the drives (they never exchange even pleasantries as far as I've been aware.....they're all accountants and this cold war wall looked to me to have been the culmination of 10 years of ignoring each other even as children were born and took their first unsteady steps across the others' lawns etc.) I've been observing this behaviour in a Desmond Morris type way since I moved here in 2000, and its one of the things that has kept a smile on my face. Tonight however, they must have been smiling at me from behind the vertical blinds as I arrogantly tried to move the car off my driveway..... only to realise that I should have prepared it a little more thoroughly. From 9.00pm to 10.30 pm they were witness to a talking heads drama (accompanied by a cacophonous soundtrack) of sliding, rocking, digging, cursing, laying outdoor carpets, pouring boiling water, cursing, casting furtive glances over a freezing shoulder at their respective houses, cursing, blaming Wendy (covering for people including doctors unable to get it to work), cursing and spinning the bloody wheels until I could at last roll the car backwards onto the road. I thought that this was it, of course, and all I had to do now was drive it back on, however I just kept sliding further and further back.....TOWARDS THEIR DRIVEWAYS! My heart sank as I hit the kerb outside their houses and got stuck, blocking the traffic coming into the end of the cul-de-ac. My humiliation was complete. Dannymatt, the once intensely private resident of the Newcastle suburbs was outed and his WC upbringing laid bare for all to see and hear by half a metre of snow and ice. However I feel I have given something back to the community I have relentlessly mocked, for I'm sure that my neighbours are even now discussing the meaning, colour and breadth of the vocabulary and profanities on display by "Mr Civilised" across the street.
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