Wednesday, 6 January 2016
Snow White , Code Red
Can sometimes result in black ice ...
On Monday evening there was a last chance to see 'Amy' in the Film House . I took the bus because of the raw wind and sleet . Friend , being a heartier soul , appeared on her bike . After the film ( excellent but rather painful to watch at times ) , we felt we needed a glass of wine to recover and got so comfortable that we ignored the increasing numbers of little yellow salt-sprayer vans , circling the town centre like wasps .
In fact , I got so comfortable that I missed the last bus . I ended up walking carefully home down the middle of deserted streets , only occasionally windmilling round unsprayed corners with a muted "Eeek ! " . It took nearly an hour and by the time I got back my parka had a top layer of ice that crackled like the burnt sugar on a successful creme brulee . Friend reported next day that she and bike had slithered and skidded all over the place , till she gave up and just pushed the damn thing the rest of the way . It's due to clear up tomorrow , Thursday ... maybe .
If not I might even fish out my skates .