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day 18 of 30
Dec. 20th, 2009 05:14 pmI've skipped a couple of days of this as I've been away (more of which later on, when I can be arsed have time), so here's day 18 - which is "Whatever tickles your fancy".
Today, I'm going to talk about something which has been in the news all weekend. Snow. Or more specifically, Plymouth's seemingly constant lack of snow.
We do get it occasionally, don't get me wrong, but the mega snowfall which happened in the spring of this year was a case in point. Everywhere got some. They got it in the south, in the north, in the east and in the west, and they even got it in some places in between. Our firm has offices in Taunton, Exeter, Plymouth and Truro. All offices were on practically a skeleton staff with the exception of Plymouth, as we had no snow at all. Not even so much as a flake. Tsk.
If we're talking about significant snowfalls, rather than the odd flake here and there, I think the last one was back in the 1980s. I remember when I was a very small kid the family had to walk back from my grandparents' in Efford because of a bad snowfall (and my dad fell down while carrying me - thanks, dad!), I then remember two big snowfalls which caused us to be sent home from school, and I remember two more since then - one on a Friday in either 1985 or 1986 which left the city gridlocked when all the factories and the dockyard sent everyone home at the same time, and one a short while after that, which was on a Saturday evening and which resulted in lots of people having to sleep in Fiesta Nightclub. But nothing like that since, for some reason.
They get it on Dartmoor most years - not huge amounts, but enough to keep the kids off school and for them to be filmed sledding for all of the rest of us to watch on Spotlight. But normally when we're hearing about the country grinding to a halt because of snow, we don't have to worry. It's always a bit disappointig really - I like seeing the snow and although it's a pain to get around when it's fallen, there is still something magical. So every time when it happens and we miss out, I feel a bit miffed.
This past weekend I was rather excited because we were going to London and we'd heard that there would be a lot of snow around. And there was - it caused our flight to be cancelled, in fact - so for once, I actually saw some proper now, and it was all pretty and exciting and lovely.
Except that yesterday evening I heard that if I'd stayed in Plymouth, I'd have actually still seen some snow, because it was coming down for about an hour and a half yesterday afternoon! Anne (off of Happy Hounds) said that she went into Marksies and came out to find everything white! It's all gone now, though, but has left behind a legacy of ice and of course the roads have not been gritted so everywhere's gone all slippery and nasty.
It's typical though, isn't it. I spend year after year moaning on about how it never snows in Plymouth and then the one time it does, I'm away and I bloody well miss it!
Anyway, that's what tickled my fancy today. Snow. Or lack thereof.
Today, I'm going to talk about something which has been in the news all weekend. Snow. Or more specifically, Plymouth's seemingly constant lack of snow.
We do get it occasionally, don't get me wrong, but the mega snowfall which happened in the spring of this year was a case in point. Everywhere got some. They got it in the south, in the north, in the east and in the west, and they even got it in some places in between. Our firm has offices in Taunton, Exeter, Plymouth and Truro. All offices were on practically a skeleton staff with the exception of Plymouth, as we had no snow at all. Not even so much as a flake. Tsk.
If we're talking about significant snowfalls, rather than the odd flake here and there, I think the last one was back in the 1980s. I remember when I was a very small kid the family had to walk back from my grandparents' in Efford because of a bad snowfall (and my dad fell down while carrying me - thanks, dad!), I then remember two big snowfalls which caused us to be sent home from school, and I remember two more since then - one on a Friday in either 1985 or 1986 which left the city gridlocked when all the factories and the dockyard sent everyone home at the same time, and one a short while after that, which was on a Saturday evening and which resulted in lots of people having to sleep in Fiesta Nightclub. But nothing like that since, for some reason.
They get it on Dartmoor most years - not huge amounts, but enough to keep the kids off school and for them to be filmed sledding for all of the rest of us to watch on Spotlight. But normally when we're hearing about the country grinding to a halt because of snow, we don't have to worry. It's always a bit disappointig really - I like seeing the snow and although it's a pain to get around when it's fallen, there is still something magical. So every time when it happens and we miss out, I feel a bit miffed.
This past weekend I was rather excited because we were going to London and we'd heard that there would be a lot of snow around. And there was - it caused our flight to be cancelled, in fact - so for once, I actually saw some proper now, and it was all pretty and exciting and lovely.
Except that yesterday evening I heard that if I'd stayed in Plymouth, I'd have actually still seen some snow, because it was coming down for about an hour and a half yesterday afternoon! Anne (off of Happy Hounds) said that she went into Marksies and came out to find everything white! It's all gone now, though, but has left behind a legacy of ice and of course the roads have not been gritted so everywhere's gone all slippery and nasty.
It's typical though, isn't it. I spend year after year moaning on about how it never snows in Plymouth and then the one time it does, I'm away and I bloody well miss it!
Anyway, that's what tickled my fancy today. Snow. Or lack thereof.
