There are weeks that seem to drag…and this has been one of them. I woke on Wednesday morning and was convinced it was Thursday, almost leaping out of bed to pack my Pilates clothes. It has also been a week where things didn’t quite work out – not being able to get a table to do the pub quiz on Tuesday, taking far too long over a couple of cases at work and almost burning dinner on Sunday, as I was too involved with something else. However, it was lovely having a former student of mine from Denmark to stay for a couple of nights and I did find a half price dark grey cashmere sweater.
And as for the weather…well…it really has been a week of contrasts. Spring is in the air, and we have had some glorious days, but we have also had some ghastly weather.
Walking to work, Tuesday
Wednesday saw a lot of rain, a big storm with cold southerlies, and a dusting of snow in some places on higher ground. Our house is sheltered from the southerlies, but it was still a bit of a noisy night. Some of the media was going mad with stories about ‘snow in Wellington’, but as one colleague put it “was yellanah snow – the kind you yell at the kids to come and see, but by the time they get out of bed/put down the phone it’s nah stopped and melted”. It was even funnier to see people saying ‘it’s snowing in X’ to see film of hailstones. However, it has been bitterly cold, and the road over the Rimutaka Hills is closed. In the city though it is just cold and wet.
Wet Wednesday in Wellington
Oh well, better weather is on its way. As Jerome K Jerome wrote in that classic favourite (and good for a cosy read on a cold day) Three Men in a Boat,
“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.”