There is some truly splendid snow falling outside, and Glasgow has gone properly white, which is very lovely of it. I may not have another opportunity to see snow in Glasgow for a while, once this cold snap is over. Actually, it could be some considerable time before I see snow again, full stop.
I’ve been feeling a bit cooped up in Glasgow for a while now (a consequence of nothing more than having accidentally been here for fourteen years without really meaning to), and was pondering moving on. Not to put too fine a point on it, the pondering bit is now done, and I’m leaving, family in tow, sometime around September of this year, hopefully just after I get married. It means a change to my day job that I won’t blog any further (day jobs are best kept in their little boxes, I find), and a huge upheaval in the life of my family.
So, where am I moving too? I’ll give you a clue. It will take me about nine hours for us to get there.
Oh all right. I’m moving to New Delhi. The one in India. Probably for the next three or four years. Quite a bit of moving on all in one go, I agree, but I don’t like doing things by halves.