A light fall of snow…flakes

I didn’t see any bright white flowers today but I certainly saw snow. I managed to walk through a number of flurries, interspersed with moments of blue sky and sunshine. The temperature didn’t manage to get much above zero all day but it was nice and cosy in the house.

Not that I spent a whole lot of time in the house today. First up I went to the gym where, about halfway there, I experienced my first flurry. Of course it stopped by the time I reached the gym and, from inside, I could see the blue sky replacing the steely grey clouds.

Standing at the bus stop afterwards, I was once more flurried on. Between flakes, I managed to take a photo of the snow on the allotments…not that there was a lot. Just enough to look like icing sugar.

My next destination was Starbucks and, of course, I was caught in another flurry of snow as I reached Castle Street. I walked in covered in snowflakes looking very obvious on my dark blue fleece. Emily thought I looked cold (I wasn’t) so she made me a big heart…

She struggles with latte art so she was well pleased with this effort. When I showed Chantelle she claimed she would have to up her game to compete with such artistic skill. I told her she should just concentrate on making her usual perfect Gaz-latte.

But I didn’t have time to hang around this morning because I was seeing Colette a few doors down in an attempt to make myself look a little bit more presentable (a hard task, I know) with a haircut. While she was cutting and chatting it suddenly struck me that she reminded me of someone. I spent quite a lot of appointment time trying to work out who it was. Suddenly I realised.

“Has anyone ever told you that you bear an uncanny resemblance to a blonde Natalie Dormer?” I asked.
“Who?” She asked back.
“Do you watch Game of Thrones?” She does. “She’s Queen Margaery.”

She looked at herself in the mirror then shook her head, disagreeing with me. I told her I felt quite privileged having Natalie Dormer cut my hair. Oh, how we laughed.

After she’d finished, I felt a whole lot better. I really don’t like my hair when it gets too thick and fluffy these days. The style that’s been foisted on it doesn’t really suit too much length and breadth and my hats struggle to stay put. This has now been remedied and, like a good customer, I booked for my next appointment in twelve weeks.

I stepped out of the salon into bright sunshine and blue sky. I had to go to Waitrose to buy a bottle of lime juice and then returned to Starbucks to complete my blog post from yesterday. I had half an hour to kill before my next appointment; the Retirement Fair at the Maltings. Not to visit but to help man the Talking Newspaper stand and, hopefully, answer questions from prospective volunteers.

Of course, as I left Starbucks and headed down the Lion and Lamb, I was caught in another snow flurry. I wanted to wave at Colette as I battled by but the snow was too thick to see through. It eased up by the time I reached the shelter at the end.

There were lots of people taking photos just like this one. I almost had to queue up!

The churchyard at St Andrews was beautiful. Why is it that churchyards look beautiful in the snow? Is it because there’s an ethereal quality to everything being covered in white? Or is it just the fact that it looks bright and the whiteness accentuates some innate strange purity of renewal among so much death? Whatever the reason, it always looks amazing even with a light dusting.

By the time I reached the Maltings, the Retirement Fair was in full swing, people milling around and generally chatty and happy. I went down to the Great Hall where Elizabeth, Charles and Mike were ready for any onslaught that may occur. (There was no onslaught.)

Charles (our technical whizz) had put together an amazing display including a fantastic looped video of how the whole process happens from start to finish. It was very educational to me as well as any wandering visitors because I don’t really know what happens after (and before) I’m there. He’d also set up a sort of mini-edit suite for anyone who wanted to try their hand at being a sound engineer.

Sadly, most of the people who asked questions while I was there wanted to be readers, something we have in abundance. Actually there’s quite a long waiting list. We need admin staff and sound engineers. Hopefully there was some interest in those roles after I left.

Which I did at 1pm, leaving the stand in the more than capable hands of Mary and Mike. And, of course, as I walked across the bridge outside the Maltings, I was caught in a snow flurry.

Here’s a flurry I filmed earlier…

Back at home and after a lovely lunch, I locked myself away in my office in order to concentrate on editing Mirinda’s thrilling Literature Review. Out of the window I could watch as the puppies licked at the snow. What is it with dogs and snow? Perhaps it’s like a Slushie to them…but without any flavour. Emma, particularly, loves it.

Late in the day. The snow just hanging around looking pretty.

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