January 3rd, 2010


Tara Banana, Az's wardrobe, snow.

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We still have snow, even though it's melted across practically all the rest of Cornwall, the Northfacing gloom of our village retains it like nobody's business.  Having had the ice experience at Christmas, the entire village has developed Snow Worries, and as soon as our 1cm fell, everyone charged out with brooms and spades and grit.  I managed to brush our steps and path myself but by the time I'd made it to the drive someone else had already done that!  

I was amused to notice that where some people had brushed the road, they had neatly done just their own section, creating a perfect snowy line across the road at the edge of 'their patch'.  I wonder if they do that by eye, or actually measure it...?

I've done sod-all this Christmas really, I've just pigged out, read a lot,  walked dogs and footled about.    I haven't even put up my exciting new Bat box or my new Owl box (though I have thought about where I might put them, at least) and I've done a tiny bit of carving, enough to create a tiny pile of chippings that wouldn't fill a pencil sharpener.  

There's a sign up on the local garage noticeboard advertising saxophone lessons.  I haven't played with my Gigantic Saxomophone for ages.  I wonder...?