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ninalanyon · 61-69, T
Tuesday 7th January 2025, 14:17
I'm very disorganized today and so is the snow clearing service. I went out wearing my long black boots only to discover that the temperature is just above freezing and that not all of the pavements (fortau, sidewalk) had not been cleared. I wanted to take some clothes to the charity shop but their opening is a bit erratic so I decided that I would walk there twice; once to find out if they were open and again with the bags of clothes. By the time I got back my feet were soaking wet so I had to take my long boots and put on walking boots instead.
So then I set off with the bags of clothes and after about three hundred metres I decided to take a picture of the snow covered street. But I couldn't find my mobile! I couldn't for the life of me think where I might have left it so I wondered if I had somehow dropped it. So I carefully retraced my steps all the way home and to my bedroom where I found it lying on the bed )of course).
So back out again. After about half a kilometre I caught up with a tractor with a snowblower on the back that was at last clearing the pavement so I walked slowly behind it most of the way.
All that was over eight thousand steps and felt like more, especially when I decided to walk along the quay only find that it had not been cleared. The snow was almost two metres deep at the end
At least the snow was clean and cold, unlike the main street
I'm very disorganized today and so is the snow clearing service. I went out wearing my long black boots only to discover that the temperature is just above freezing and that not all of the pavements (fortau, sidewalk) had not been cleared. I wanted to take some clothes to the charity shop but their opening is a bit erratic so I decided that I would walk there twice; once to find out if they were open and again with the bags of clothes. By the time I got back my feet were soaking wet so I had to take my long boots and put on walking boots instead.
So then I set off with the bags of clothes and after about three hundred metres I decided to take a picture of the snow covered street. But I couldn't find my mobile! I couldn't for the life of me think where I might have left it so I wondered if I had somehow dropped it. So I carefully retraced my steps all the way home and to my bedroom where I found it lying on the bed )of course).
So back out again. After about half a kilometre I caught up with a tractor with a snowblower on the back that was at last clearing the pavement so I walked slowly behind it most of the way.
All that was over eight thousand steps and felt like more, especially when I decided to walk along the quay only find that it had not been cleared. The snow was almost two metres deep at the end
At least the snow was clean and cold, unlike the main street