Blimey it’s been cold the last couple of days. The snow and freezing temperatures have however prompted a few moments of amusement and observation.
I got home from work this evening to find that I have a snow drift inside my garage, it is so windy that the snow is just getting blown in under and around the door frame … FFS!
I got in my car this morning to find that the snow in the foot well from yesterday evening was still there … it hadn’t melted overnight. I have never seen that happen before.
When I started up the car, the damn thing wouldn’t stop beeping at me. It turned out that the parking sensors were all iced over, which was rather better than an accident being imminent. I had to get out of the car, find the sensors in the front bumper (or fender for my US buddies) and clear the ice away with my finger-tips. I was of course dressed for work; the suit was not particularly effective at keeping -6.5 degrees centigrade at bay.
But I made it to work, some 45 minutes away from home, without incident …
… which couldn’t be said for Eddie Jones’ work related journey the other day. Or in fact my trip home this evening for that matter (a near miss got the adrenaline pumping)!
Following on from England’s woeful performance against Scotland in the Six Nations rugby tournament, coverage has emerged of Jones being abused by Scottish fans.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/rugby-union/43235314
I’ll be honest, watching England’s lacklustre performance on Saturday afternoon had me shouting abuse at the telly. The fumbled plays, the penalties, the fouls, the lack of creativity left me feeling as cold as I did on the drive this morning. After the tense game between Ireland and Wales, the England/Scotland game was even more disappointing. Even if England go on to win the Six Nations overall, this game ruined this year’s tournament for me.
Despite my feelings of frustration with England, I was however pleased for the Scots, the team was the better side on the day and earned its win.
Even in my despair at England, I wouldn’t have abused Eddie Jones though, he wasn’t even on the pitch. He wasn’t making the unforced errors, loosing turnover ball, getting yellow carded or generally cocking-it-up.
I was pleased to hear that despite his celebrity status, he was willing to share a train with the general public; he’ll be giving public transport the cold shoulder from now on though, which is a shame.
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I got home from work this evening to find that I have a snow drift inside my garage, it is so windy that the snow is just getting blown in under and around the door frame … FFS!
I got in my car this morning to find that the snow in the foot well from yesterday evening was still there … it hadn’t melted overnight. I have never seen that happen before.
When I started up the car, the damn thing wouldn’t stop beeping at me. It turned out that the parking sensors were all iced over, which was rather better than an accident being imminent. I had to get out of the car, find the sensors in the front bumper (or fender for my US buddies) and clear the ice away with my finger-tips. I was of course dressed for work; the suit was not particularly effective at keeping -6.5 degrees centigrade at bay.
But I made it to work, some 45 minutes away from home, without incident …
… which couldn’t be said for Eddie Jones’ work related journey the other day. Or in fact my trip home this evening for that matter (a near miss got the adrenaline pumping)!
Following on from England’s woeful performance against Scotland in the Six Nations rugby tournament, coverage has emerged of Jones being abused by Scottish fans.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/rugby-union/43235314
I’ll be honest, watching England’s lacklustre performance on Saturday afternoon had me shouting abuse at the telly. The fumbled plays, the penalties, the fouls, the lack of creativity left me feeling as cold as I did on the drive this morning. After the tense game between Ireland and Wales, the England/Scotland game was even more disappointing. Even if England go on to win the Six Nations overall, this game ruined this year’s tournament for me.
Despite my feelings of frustration with England, I was however pleased for the Scots, the team was the better side on the day and earned its win.
Even in my despair at England, I wouldn’t have abused Eddie Jones though, he wasn’t even on the pitch. He wasn’t making the unforced errors, loosing turnover ball, getting yellow carded or generally cocking-it-up.
I was pleased to hear that despite his celebrity status, he was willing to share a train with the general public; he’ll be giving public transport the cold shoulder from now on though, which is a shame.
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