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Weather forecast - accurate ... and ignored



Weather forecasts? - forecast the weather - so when it is going to snow you can prepare by doing things like not going out for dinner, or if you do go out then by clearing the drive and salting it before you go; then the car may not have to be abandoned where it slid to rest. Also, if an outside job - such as erecting a fence has been started and there is a clear, frosty day in hand, then perhaps it would be sensible to complete the task - instead of waiting for the forecast to fulfil its prophecy and finishing it in the snow.




Putting jobs off until tomorrow is one thing, but putting them off until it snows is a novel way of making them more difficult. Four-legged-friend never puts any job off - whether its eating his meals, chewing his bone, worrying a stick, curling up on his mat, or chasing the vacuum cleaner across the floor - he's a man of immediate action. Maybe I need to take a leaf out of his book.




The man of action was not sure what to make of the snow, or of the new fenced area next to his run.

"This pallet hasn't got hinges! How do I get out of here, then?"




What he would really like to have done today was helping to eat the dinner - instead of just the carrot tops and whatever potato peelings strayed onto the floor where he waited, wedged between me and the bin.



This rather odd looking roast was a direct consequence of the snow - or rather of the forecast for snow and the resulting panic-buying which meant there were no legs of lamb left, no large chickens, no broccoli, no cauliflower, and no more than one bag of parsnips. 

Still as friend who came for lunch at 4pm (!!) said, "Nom, nom ...", meaning it filled a spot. Twice. His spot and several others, actually; all human - Four-legged-friend had to make do with a few of the scraps.



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