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posted by [personal profile] panik at 09:45am on 24/02/2010 under , , , , ,
Plenty fell in the night, we were getting a proper frightening few inches building up out there when we went off to bed but it's pretty much all melted overnight which is - good, isn't it? When we need to go out tomorrow and the coalman's due and only a day's worth of fuel left in the bunker. So why do I feel so let down by the absence of the tedious cold stuff? What a complex, contrary and thoroughly precious little snowflake I am.

So, we are home (kneels and kisses slightly threadbare Persian rug)! The house is still decidedly chilly but the Aga's lit and after a pleasing log fire last night, warming slowly (though I'm still in my thermals).It's 9.30 and I'm still in my pjs, trying to gear myself up to the rigours of the day but getting the usual first-day-home, post-Dad crash in which I sit on the sofa and stare at the wall and/or ITV4 till teatime.

Hey ho, I must move myself and shower and make the bed and write something, there are novels and TS Fics of Teh Most MASSIVE! Angst to be written, not to mention Real Work (of the sort that pays the bills) to be accomplished.

Maybe mor coffee will help? It has achieved exactly nothing so far this icy morning but I feel it's worth a try. ::nods::
Mood:: 'exanimate' exanimate
location: Withnell
Music:: the sawmill doin' it's mysterious thang
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 10:22am on 21/02/2010 under ,
Again. Woke to a good 6" (oo er missus!) and it's still coming down.

I love the snow but this is getting tedious. At least it's Sunday, there is such a thing as toast in the world and Randall and Hopkirk is on in a bit; life has its small compensations.
Music:: ITV4
location: Yorkshire
Mood:: 'bored' bored
panik: (Withnell & I)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 02:40pm on 03/02/2010 under , , ,


No snow on the ground here but it's just started falling from the sky. O: And the door man is here, fitting our catches, we can has new doors at last (and there was much rejoicing).

But by bloody 'eck it's cold! My nips are tunnelling through my clothes like The Mole in Thunderbirds.
location: Withnell
Music:: drills and hammers and other mysteries
Mood:: 'cold' cold
panik: (Beware my stare)
...Of walking a mostly-blind dog in wet snow in the almost-dark when school's turning out.

Almost an inch deep now. Buggerbuggerbugger.

We're still planning to drive back to Withnell tomorrow - srzly, they're going to have to close the M62 to stop us, we are so ready to be home already!

I am, however, starting to wibble about the proposed weekend in Matlock. I mean, the met office are saying the snow will be gone by the weekend, but then they said this weather wouldn't be here till tomorrow teatime so once again, I point my angry finger in a south-westerly direction and indicate by means of semaphore and Aldis lamp that they are made of purest  F.A.I.L.

ETA: Oh, now  you change your forecast NOW you issue your warnings. Bit  bloody late when there's already an inch of the stuff on the ground, y'shower of bastards!
Mood:: 'irate' irate
location: Yorkshire
Music:: Dad's telly (OMG! So loud!!!)
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 03:05pm on 02/02/2010 under , ,
...quite heavily.

I rather wish it wouldn't.
Music:: Bernard Cribbins doing an Oirish accent
location: Yorkshire
Mood:: 'cranky' cranky
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posted by [personal profile] panik at 05:51pm on 14/01/2010 under , , ,
OK, gonna give this one last try...

There's still a lot of snow around but the roads are mostly clear so we decided to give it a go and -

We're home (huzzah)! Stove and fire are lit, the chill is lifting, I have my favourite wine and an embarrassment of cheese and other goodly delights for later so life is good and - OMG! people! The Complete Seinfeld box set with oodles of extras and the coffee table book!!!! ::does excited little shimmy:: Almost worth turning the page on yet another decade. *g*

And I finally managed to take down the Christmas decorations, only 9 days late. How much bad luck do you think that equals? :o)

And using delightful and apposite new icon, courtesy of the delicious [ profile] snailbones , because I now can!
Mood:: 'thankful' thankful
location: Withnell
Music:: BBC24
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 10:51am on 13/01/2010 under , ,
We are still in Yorkshire and it's all my fault.

It was thawing late yesterday, Mark said - let's go, but it was already gone 1pm, and we'd be getting home in the dark and I was worried about Dad, who needs a lot of forewarning about any kind of change to his routine and I said, no, the snow ploughs have been through, it's thawing, it's raining in some places now, it'll be OK, we'll leave tomorrow morning...

What the ploughs left behind has frozen into an inch of solid, shiny ice - everywhere. No buses are running anywhere between here and the motorway, not even central Huddersfield. More snow is forecast today, the sky is full of it.

We're buggered.
location: Yorkshire
Music:: Me, beating my breast, wailing in rage
Mood:: 'depressed' depressed
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 02:15pm on 11/01/2010 under , ,
As I suspected would happen - the reason we stayed in Yorkshire yesterday during the only weather-window since Christmas - Tesco couldn't get the van up our hill. We've had another five inches over night and it's still coming down hard.

So Mark and I trundled down to the bottom of the hill with rucksacks, loaded up as best we could then we and Tesco-Boy (they're like policemen, you know?) brought the rest (and there was a lot, we really were scraping the bottoms of our collective barrels at Dad's house, gentle reader, we were out of whisky, we were almost out of tea!) on his trolley and we got it all here. Tesco-Boy wouldn't even come in for a cup of  coffee anxious to get back and finish his shift. He really did go beyond the bounds for us today bless him and his little woolly hat.

There's a splendid Dunkirk Spirit out there with grinning, snow-crusted people walking icicled dogs. We were offered a sledge to help with the shopping (alas it was no use at all, the shopping kept falling off ). It's all rather jolly and thoroughly splendid

Anyway, we're all warm and cosy by the fire now, mugs of well-laced tea, watching The Professionals, giggling at bad daytime ads on ITV3.

Would you like some more pictures? Just taken around and about the house, I wasn't about to venture too far afield in this. Like Rik the People's Poet says, a man could lose his bearings in weather like this.

Cut for the already bored )
Mood:: 'content' content
Music:: Gordon Jackson and a helicopter
location: Yorkshire
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 10:33am on 08/01/2010 under , , ,
We spent the day twittering with Chorley (bloody) council yesterday - we and many others - demanding to know when they were going to grit our village to which the answer was -we're not. Withnell and Brinscall lie high in the hills, you've got to go uphill (or down, as the case may be) in any direction to get in and out and, since Thurlstone is likewise ice and snow bound (despite the ploughs and gritters who arrived in force yesterday), I guess we're going nowhere.

It makes no sense to leave a warm and cosy house and risk life and limb on motorways and Pennine roads to get to an ice box of a cottage that it'll take us 3 days to warm up (and no idea how much wood and coal is left and I doubt very much if deliveries will make it up our hill anymore than we will).

So, like the man on tthe Guinness ad, we wait. I'm only mildly worried about our house, we're well lagged so not anticipating burst pipes, I have parcels arriving - they can be collected but Oh Dear God I want to be home in my own space!!!

Mark's just set off to walk to Penistone. He spent 2 hours yesterday trying to dig us out  - with the rest of the street, there's quite the wartime spirit in the village. :o) - with little success; despite the snow ploughs and rampant gritting yesterday, it's the ice that's the problem, rather than the snow. I'm not sure what he'll find up there, the shops have been emptying steadily with panic-buying and scant deliveries (we got on Look North because of it! ::does excited little shimmy:: - well, no, not really. Look North does not excitement make.) - on Wednesday they were rationing us to a loaf a head. Thank goodness for my sister's bulk buying tendencies and leftover Christmas alcohol.

I myself am going nowhere. I seem to have developed an inner-ear problem with mild dizzyness; went arse-over-tit twice yesterday so no snowy trekking for me. Oh dear. What a shame. Never mind.

Have some pictures while we wait for the thaw )
Music:: Hot water banging in the pipes
location: Yorkshire
Mood:: 'chipper' chipper
panik: (TSfic - Angel Dust)
posted by [personal profile] panik at 08:20pm on 06/01/2010 under , , ,
location: Yorkshire
Music:: Most Haunted
Mood:: 'tired' tired