The ferocious blizzard started just before three and raged for all of...
...twenty minutes - long enough for some of it to settle:
Yes, well, it's not exactly The Day After Tomorrow - but beggars can't be choosers. I'm just delighted to have had a chance to walk through falling snow again. I met about a dozen people on my stroll, and every single one of them was grinning from ear to ear....like this little chap:
There's supposed to be more tomorrow morning - I, for one, shall be up early, nose eagerly pressed to the windowpane, waiting for it.
Your patio could almost be the double of my patio, pots and all. Film class cancelled this afternoon, and I am stir crazy already, due to the fact that I daren't go out in the snow in case I break a leg and cause trouble and anxiety to my children. I know, I'm a wuss.
ReplyDeleteI had to cancel an appointment with the physio at Hillingdon Hospital this afternoon, because I didn't fancy being stranded in the car in deepest Uxbridge. Pity, because I've been ever so good with the walks and exercises recently and was looking forward to being smug. I did make it out for a walk today, armed with one of those Nordic Walking poles which always end up two foot shorter than when you started, and I adopted the leaning-slightly-forward penguin waddle that's supposed to prevent slipping on ice. My physio's name - so help me - is Mr. Strain. I didn't draw attention to it at our first session, because - and this was just a wild guess - I thought he might already have had to endure one or two (thousand) remarks about it during the course of his career.
DeleteI may be mistaken but there seems to be something in the total mismatch in pattern and style of hat, torso and trouser in both the top and bottom photographs that suggests that they may be one and the same person.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're not suggesting, ex-KCS, that the weird little blond alien with the gap teeth and yours truly are one and the same person 61 years and 15 stone apart? As for their sartorial style, neither would look out of place in the latest issue of GQ, thank you very much.
DeleteThe sweater worn by the little nipper in the lower photograph does have a nordic look about it....
ReplyDeleteThe garb worn by the bigger version and the smaller one's more brightly patterned togs both bear evidence of a Norwegian Grandma's insistence on double layers of clothing in cold weather. This suggests strongly that Riley and I are on the right lines. I stand by my original proposition.
ReplyDeleteYou are both very much on the right lines. The photo has all the hallmarks of being taken sometime in the mid fifties possibly in Norway (there is a wooden structure behind that looks more like the corner of a house rather than a barn or fence) and why would Mr.Gronmark go to all the trouble of finding someone else's photo to illustrate the post, when there is one just in the drawer there beneath the book shelves.
ReplyDeleteBroad forehead...
ReplyDeleteOh it's Master Gronmark age 4.
and the tartan trews betray his mother's antecedents.
ReplyDeleteGronmark, you're rumbled.