I am unbelievably grateful to Mother Nature or those chaps at the MET office, (either of which I occasionally blame) for the weather today.
It was the work Christmas Party last night, and I drank too much red wine.
You know it's going to be a long day when you have a warm feeling of triumph when you manage to pull on a pair of trousers in the morning.
When I stepped out of Alice's flat this morning the fog was like a brilliantly soothing ice pack over my entire head, and the damp cool of the air woke me up a little.
Even better, it meant that the bus from St. Alban's had to drive very slowly. Ideal if your brain is working in the same way...
So a quick apology if you've had your day lengthened or made difficult by the weather today. I rather think it was for me.
I work on the 6th floor and when I got to work couldn't see anything out of our windows except fog. It was rather like being on a boat.
As I walk to work to work it didn't slow me down but everywhere was very pretty. I always think the best time to see Manchester is when you can't actually see it.
Hope your head is still being soothed!
I have a small shrine in my top desk drawer to the Gods of Nurofen Plus.
They shall help thee in time of trouble.
I will think you next time I am waiting 40 mins at the bus stop in the fog and cold and think its ok its helping Stuart's head calm down. Only kidding.....
Oh dear, apologies for typing "to work" twice!
Would you be entirely surprised to find out that I didn't notice?
:-)
isn't fog like a hug from your aged grandparent? i mean, there's something rather musty in the experience, a waft of supreme oldness that you'd rather not allow to seep into your youth and vigor, but at the same time, it's so damn warm and lovey, that you don't mind the brittle moth-ball-ness of it?
Unless fog smells of whisky and Gold Leaf, it is zero like a hug from any aged granparent I ever had. Plus, I don't tolerate fog knowing that it's worth a fiver later on if I don't shout out GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MOULDERING OLD CREAKER. I just wear a hat.
Fog's brilliant, my favourite weather. I used to love waking up when I was wee and thinking I would need to take a torch to find my way to school.
You know it's going to be a long day when you have a warm, burning sensation...
Not that kind of warm sensation, Wendy!
It just felt like an achievement with the way I was feelign at the time...
Oh, and I kind of see what you mean Krissa, but it's difficult trying the mental comparison when the fog in question is icy, Decemberal, Christmas-type fog. I suppose you'd only have got that if you had some form of iceman for a Grandpa...
Mr. Curtis! Do not contradict the ladies so. Even if you are, actually, very funny at the same time.
fine, SUMMER fog is like my grandmama. who, actually, is dead. but that's not the point.