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Rubbish Snow

January 5, 2008 by Richard Wright in Journal

Rubbish Snow

Glasgow can be rubbish sometimes. While the rest of the United Kingdom was being buried under splendid snowdrifts yesterday, all this city could manage was a faint, wet slop of the white stuff. I like dramatic weather, and was very disappointed. Still, my daughter got to make (extremely soggy) snow angels at nursery, so some people had fun.

The antibiotics appear to be having an effect on my arm, and the finger itself is less swollen, thankfully. Things are still a bit sore and tight, but I don’t think an amputation will be necessary. With a bit of luck, it will be mended before my birthday next week (33 – of interest only to those impressed by numerical symmetry), and whatever form of entertainments ensue. I’ve no idea what I’ll be doing. I’m making no plans, because my partner is clearly brewing some sort of cunning plan. I’m biting my tongue, and trying not to ask…

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  1. KirstyJanuary 5, 2008 at 1:31 pm

    Brewing a plan? Yes. Cunning? Unlikely…

  2. Richard WrightJanuary 5, 2008 at 5:22 pmAuthor


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