About the snow

I’m from the North of Scotland. I passed my driving test when there was 30cm of snow on the ground. It was normal. Most of my driving on roads to that point had been in lots of snow. There are certains you do and don’t do in snow. 

Talking on a mobile phone is a no-no.

Driving at high-speed is a no-no.

Breaking hard in snow/slush/ice is a no-no.

You’d think people would know that, but it seems doing all three is a bit of a trend with drivers down here. Especially the idiot in the grey van this morning on the A34 (in 10cm of snow). 

Personally, I think once in 18 years is not bad to get a Winter like this, but I also think councils and local authorities need to do things a little different. The first thing is that when a severe weather warning appears on the long range forecast, make sure that the grit boxes in side/B/C roads are full. Er, especially, if there has been a cold snap a few weeks earlier. Secondly, stop gritting the motorways if no-one can get to them! What’s the point if no-one can get away from their houses.

Companies also need to get more organised at letting employees know what is acceptable, and what is not – or at least having a policy about adverse weather.

What a week!

The South got snow this week. The same week I started a new job. I only got to the office twice. Grrr. Not the best start to the new working regime? Hmm. 

Monday – too much snow to make it sensible to drive anywhere.

Tuesday – couldn’t get my car out to go to the office and no-one else was there to ‘look after me’.

Wednesday – got there but didn’t actually see the people I needed to see (they weren’t there).

Thursday – spent two hours in the car only to turn around (I’d only done 12 miles) and took two hours to get home again. Ugh. Three hours to sort out an IT problem and the day was wasted.

Friday – Over two hours to drive to the office through some of the most bizarre weather. Rain, sleet, wind and snow. Then deep snow. Driving wind and drifting snow. Hmmm. Interesting journey. 

Can I say yet how the new job is going, I don’t think so. The jury is still out, while I try once again to get my feet under the desk and make a mark.

Panic over

Despite Christmas not being the traditional affair I’m used to, it was lovely. I had lots of help to prepare the lunch and still I managed to forget the brussels and the little sausage things wrapped in bacon…hmmmm. Could that have anything to do with a subconscious mind working away? (I’m actually allergic to anything pork, and I don’t like brussels…though I do eat them).

Yesterday, we went out for a walk to Windsor Great Park. We didn’t walk particularly far, it was bitterly cold, but had a lovely wander through the park to the statue and back again, snapping away with the cameras as we did so. We even found a Starbucks that was open (on the way home) and enjoyed a very hot latte out of the bitter winds. The only part of the day that wasn’t so good was a text from Mum. She and Dad had driven to Yorkshire to see Gran – and when they got there, Gran said it had been so long that she thought they had died. OMG. Poor Gran.

She’s now been without a hearing aid for two-three weeks, which puts her in a bigger isolation than normal. It’s terrible. What part of ‘care home’ is caring? I’m beginning to wonder. I fought to get her a place there so she could be cared for while having the extended family around her, but the home fails to get her diet correct, fails to replace the hearing aid that broke recently, and fails in so many other ways. OK, so I’m being harsh, they are good in so many ways…Gran has medical support on hand 24-hrs a day for her seizures etc. and there’s special equipment to help her get showered, bathed even, and to make sure that she can be lifted easily if she falls. 

But, my Mum sent a text last night to say “I hate leaving her there”.

I can only agree.

Air Conditioning

Do we ever get it right?

The office I work in is kept on the icy side, so when it’s 30 degrees outside, you go out into the air and melt. Yuck.

Last night I went to the gym – 30 degrees outside, a toasty 23 degrees inside. All ok until you start running and 2 mins into the run, you’re melting again. I can deal with that, it feels good to know that you’re working. But then, into the changing room for a shower and it’s like an ice box in there!! Ouch, not good after such a warm run.

Where’s the happy medium? And, why do we complain so much about the weather?