Wimmin'

"Take yer eye out, that will"

"Huh?"

Miles away I was. In a revere, as they say. I was busy trying to think of caption to a quick 'toon I'd just done of Bear shovelling 6" of ice off the front path. Love to see a good strong Yorkshire woman wield a shovel. Nowt better. Ahum.

She'd gone bonkers because I'd had a 'hello floor' moment on the path while trying to get Siggy The Idiot Dog in. Shovel, ripple, chuck, curse. Shovel, ripple, chuck, curse.

Ye small gods, she ain't 'alf sexy when she's mad......"I SAID, TAKE YER EYE OUT"

Ouch. Errrr.. Tried the 'puppy eyes'. Well, as close as you can when your in your fifties. I probably looked like I was about to have a nasty personal accident.

It works for the dog, dammit. "Yes dear?"

I realised why it was so cold. The front door was open. Its minus 2 C. She was in next doors garden. From their eves, 20 feet up, hangs a gynourmous 6 foot icicle. Underneath, was an indignant Bear, Paddington hat on, hands on hips, glaring upwards.

"Er, well, sweets, darlin', petal, do you think it's a good idea to, um...." She ignored me. "That's bloody dangerous that is. That could come crashing down at any time, that could."

"Yeah" I said. "Do you think standing there is, um.."

Nope. Not interested. "I mean, if someone should walk into Christine's garden, and just happened to be standing underneath it, I mean, it would go straight through them, wunnit?"

"Ah, na'then, Bear now you menti...."

"What are you lookin' at me like that for? They should do something about that, they should. Can you reach it?"

It's Twenty.
Feet.
Up.

"No petal". "Well, don't stand their looking like an idiot, put the kettle on. Some people."

Wimmin.

A wise man has only one answer in circumstances like this. It's (but not aloud).

Yes miss.

:)

Oh my.

I'm a little tired, so I wont be posting any pictures tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Meanwhile, It's snowed continually for about 36 hours in Sheffield. Being a bit of a weather freak, I can tell you that so far where I am it's at 8cm, the temperature is minus 1.7 °C (29 °F) and 994 Mb pressure at a height of 139 m (456 feet) above sea level.

I understand from one of my nieces in Jump, Barnsley, it's much, much worse.

My road is ungritted. That's because some pillock has been driving up to the yellow bin at the end of the road and emptying it into the back of his 4x4. Anyone try's that again, their going to get lynched.

Not by me. By t'fella across road who insists clearing the road, pavements, and paths is HIS job.

And it's still snowing. And I love it. Stupid the Dog has been has been demanding to go out. Sticks his nose in the snow, and ploughs it. Then dumps a load at my feet going "Ha Ha Ha". Yeah. Right :)

Ruins my view :)