Anticlimax

The form is done. We posted it Wednesday. Now we wait.

Our thoughts turn to the idea of a few days away.  We’re thinking of a couple of days in Kendal. It’s not far away but sufficient for us to get away from our everyday worries & concerns. A bit of a pamper would do us both good, someone else to do the work while we relax.

Then we hear the weather warnings - snow is on our way, heavy snow at that. The hotel we’re thinking of trying to stay in is at the top of the hill overlooking the town, not the easiest place to get to if it snows. Or for that matter to get from once we’re there.

We decide we’d best leave going away a bit longer. Besides we had food that needed to be eaten soon or it would go off. We hate waste. I’m also on my pills that have to be taken in the middle of the night. That inevitably means I tend to be overtired, not in the best of moods for a break.

So come Friday, I venture off for some fish on the Mean Machine, my mobility scooter. I went first thing, before 9am in the hope of beating the expected snow.

By the afternoon, no sign of snow. The evening, none. There was the odd flake but the sort you missed if you blinked or didn’t look very carefully. So now we seem to be in the only area of Britain that isn’t white. It’s bitterly cold but not white. We feel vaguely cheated after all the warnings, as though we’re the only ones not invited to the party.

We were quite looking forward to seeing the world transformed by a coating of white. We know our enthusiasm wouldn’t last long but then hopefully the show wouldn’t last long either. Instead all remains resolutely grey as usual. And we should have gone away after all. Maybe we’ll get going this week….

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