December 1st, 2010

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The Google weather forecast for Coventry is always more dramatic than the BBC. It's like it has an excitable personality. It is predicting that temperatures will fall to -12C tomorrow. Wow. The Met Office says only -6C.

Why does snow falling affect us like it's a blessing on the Earth? I don't know. It's illogical. It's the liquid my body is made of, solidified with cold. It ought to be some kind of existential threat.

I don't think I'll go in to work today, I'll log in remotely. I'm sitting at my dining room table, with my cat sprawling over the Guardian I am Trying. To. Read. Which is why I am typing this instead. I haven't been to the gym all week, and I'm inclined to over-eat too in this weather.

But somehow snow feels like a lovely treat. I've got to go to a meeting at the Department in London tomorrow. See if it feels like a lovely treat then.

ETA - my cat is bored with being indoors, and he just shredded the Guardian Society section. I may have encouraged him a bit by rustling it about and saying 'bite it!'
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Raining Men

This is a fun montage of Regency chaps in costume dramas. Mostly damp.
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thanks to tehomet.

I should have used the heading 'suggestive figures' for this one. I was smiling broadly throughout: 'God bless Mother Nature'.
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Rockley beach

I am going out tonight because it's poetry group. In fact we are meeting first to stuff ourselves with noodles. Carbohydrate and poetry. The ingredients for a perfect evening.

Rockley Beach
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