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No Snow

We missed the snow today. We had a little sleet and the erst of the day was taken up with cold rain. They had snow in Mansfield and Derby – about 15 or 20 miles away but we seem to have been on the other side of an imaginary line.

Having finished the first three books in Powell’s A Dance to the Music of Time I have paused. For one thing, I can do with a break. It’s never healthy to read too much of one thing too quickly as it can become too much. The other is that the Kindle version of the next three volumes costs £9.99. I am resistant to paying £10 for what is essentially a non-existent book. It’s just a licence to read a book and I don’t see that as being equivalent in value to owning a book. I can see why some writers price their books at the same level as the print copies – they are trying to earn a living or cover costs, but Powell, has long ceased to need to earn a living and I suspect his costs were covered long ago.

I have moved on to the Mrs Pargeter books of Simon Brett. I bought one a few days ago, as it provides good light relief from Powell and tonight I bought a box set – eight volumes for 99p. I’ve read quite  few of his books and he’s a reliable writer of traditional whodunnits. These are much more my level of literature and though I’ve enjoyed Powell, I’m enjoying the break. Eventually I will make myself spend the money, one the next volume of Powell, but I will check in future before embarking on any major reading projects.  Prices do have a regrettable habit of rising for the second volume of a set.

Apart from that – sleep in front of TV, vegetable stew, not much else to report.

Header picture is a Gadwall. One of my recent acceptances was a haibun about Gadwall. They are a quiet and unassuming duck, but very pretty in a grey sort of way. Other, flashier, ducks are available.

Mandarin Drake – Arnot Hill Park

Ticking Off Another Day of Winter

Overnight, the snow disappeared, leaving only a few traces where it had been piled high. Todays twin motifs were rain and inappropriate driving techniques. I lost count of the number of people who seemed to ignore me as they turned across me or pushed in front of me. It would have been irritating on any day, but on a wet day with the faint possibility of a little remaining ice, it seemed to me like a day requiring more care rather than less. It ws much the same tonight. I can only guess that the fate of the Western world hinged on some of these people getting home, or that they are frightfully important and need that piece of road desperately.

Snowdrops at Ruddington

Alternatively I might be tempted to suggest that world is full of (Julia has suggested letting you pick your own word here as the one I wanted to use is, she feels, a little strong for family viewing).

It’s been quite  good day as Julia let me have two of my Christmas presents early. They are long-bodied, long sleeved thermal vests/T shirts. As a result there re no drafts around the middle regions and I have been nice and warm at work today despite sitting in  bit of a wind tunnel.

This is the bit I like about winter, being warm. And inside.

Grape Hyacinths

Next year I intend hibernating. I will have no job, a bungalow and the ability to shop on the internet. I can shut the door on 1st December and not go out again until April. This will also allow me to be reclusive. Warm, with an endless supply of tinned food and daytime TV and no need to talk to anyone apart from Julia – sounds good to me.

The header picture reminds me that Friday night’s frost killed the last marigold and finished the fuchsia off – now I must look forward to snowdrops and grape hyacinths.

Irises at Wilford