Welcome to England where, if it snows just once full inch, the entire public transport system will grind to a halt. And this morning I woke up to almost two inches so you can imagine the chaos that’s caused.
There’s no trains to Brighton, the buses are off and it took Katie over an hour to get to work this morning! So I thought I’d get up and see what all the fuss is about.
Walking down to the seafront, there was something of a party atmosphere. All the kids whose schools had been closed were chucking large snowballs encrusted with rocks and glass at each other. I joined in by playing the ‘because it’s snowy I can’t see where all the dog turds are’ game. Fingers frozen and faces aglow the fine people of Littlehampton made the most of the apparent catastrophic transport system failure.
Even this little guy was out enjoying the weather. I spotted him and got a few snaps from a distance, but then he landed right in front of me and proceeded to pose for the camera. Right little show of he was.
So in conclusion, snow is fun and, for some reason, disables 100 tonne express trains.
As close friends will know I made a big move in August, one that saw me packing up my life in Walsall and moving 200 miles to the south coast. The last two-and-a-bit months in Littlehampton have been fun to be sure, but very different to my life in Walsall.
I just want to say a BIG thanks to all the people who’ve made me feel so welcome, and an equally big thanks to friends in Walsall for being so supportive of me moving away. It’s great to have joined a new church, where I’ve been made to feel very at home, but sad to have left behind such a great community.
So, here, are a few highlights from the past two months…
By the way, you can see the full set of photos (in much higher quality) on Flickr
Okay, maybe not a tan but you can certainly see the sun-burn line on my neck thanks to a groovy new haircut. What a week I’ve had in sunny (aka drizzly) Littlehampton, home of my No.1 lady-fan who also took a few well earned days off work.
So back at work again and last week feels a million miles away. This coupled with the impending winter and uncertainty about my future finds me in a melancholy mood this morning readers. Where oh where has our summer gone? Only a few weeks ago we were set for another heat-wave, and now we’re facing the arse end of August and hurtling towards colder weather faster than a greased-up fat man on a steep hill.
Perhaps it’s also because I’m moving out of my house that I’ve been in for six months this weekend. Admittedly I haven’t been there much, but I enjoyed my time at Drayman Close.
So all this leaves me feeling like I’m hanging on my the skin of my teeth, waiting for this storm to pass and coming to the realisation that I have no-one to blame but myself. Maybe it’s post holiday blues, but I suspect that’s just a contributing factor. I’ve felt God in all of this, I have had people I didn’t expect shore me up at times, and for that I’m very thankful.
So where now? What now? I guess I’ll just have to find out…
according to the Wayback Machine roobottom dot com is 5 years old, erm, yesterday! Given my lack of posting lately, it’s surprising I remembered at all, but being just a single day late is pretty good going I think.
While we’re on the subject of posting, give Steve’s Webcam a look, you may at first glance think “this is just a webcam of a random back garden” and you’d probably be right, but if you’re into piles of wood or indeed when he does get the archives working on the offical site you can probably spot me getting out of the car at around 3.30pm yesterday (9th July)… Then you’ll, you know, love it.
OK, sorry, but that’s it again for now. Why? Simply because I don’t feel like writing much at the moment. I know I must be disappointing litterely tens of fans, but you guys will have to cope without me for a while. sorry.
