Day 8 and I still don’t have a plan or know what to write about. Nice preparation there, Street.
I know I seem to whine a lot on here, but I think it’s healthy sometimes. This blog doesn’t have a set theme (or themes) right now, so I can still experiment with different ideas until I find what feels right. And at the moment, I’m enjoying the opportunity to vent every now and then.
Right now I’m annoyed at the weather. England is a pretty mild place; we have 25-30°c summers and winters don’t really go far below 0°c. But today is November 8th and we’ve been warned to expect snow. Snow! I’ll admit that freshly fallen snow is beautiful and Yorkshire transforms into a magical place, however… it ain’t half a ball-ache to deal with. Suddenly the country goes to shit. Public transport crawls to a stop, motorists lose all common sense, and people buy up everything in the supermarket like the Apocalypse has shown up for Sunday dinner. I get two buses to work, and I find the office cold on warmer winter days (I’ll add that’s even with two blankets and a hot water bottle), so I’m preemptively in a foul mood.
So yeah, I didn’t have anything to talk about, so I bitched about the weather. How very British of me. I’m going to shut up and watch Braun Strowman throw some men around the ring.