Thursday 30th November 2017

Thursday was a quiet day with no news whatever from James Paget. Makes sense really, but with the three hours of calls the day before, I thought this day would be as crazy.

After getting up and doing the usual chores, we looked on the BBC weather to see what the day had in store; and it seemed that from somewhere there was snow. Snow!

I mean, and this is also true in Belgium, Holland, Germany and Denmark, that as soon as the first flake falls, people forget how this white stuff was last time out and let their inner child drive like crazy things. It is the same all over Europe, and probably the rest of the world where semi-permanent snow isn't an annual thing. We all like snow, thrilled at the mention of it as soon as the weatherman mentions it, and are still thrilled until we hit the lap post 50 yards after leaving home in the morning. And most are all like this too.

It is an odd quirk of geography, that Kent, and East Kent in particular, are susceptible to snow, when the wind blows from the east, snow clouds pick up moisture from the English Channel of North Sea and dumps on us. Now, we have only had one major snowfall since moving here, blocked off from the rest of Kent for over 24 hours, and losing power at one point too. But most years we get enough snow so that venturing out in the car is dangerous, so we wait for the gritters and the grit to do its work.

Saying that, it was a bright morning with a fine sunrise and snow looked unlikely. But by quarter past eight, clouds spread from the north, and what started a few flakes, flurrying along, soon became a snowfall, and for a time, a blizzard. I say blizzard, it fell thick enough to give the impression of being fog in the distance. The ground did turn white, and so looked quite festive, not bad for the last day in November. The snow fell at first, fell in bright, low sunlight, making a wonderful scene, but once the clouds spread south, the sun was covered and it became as dark like dusk.

The cats looked on. Unimpressed.

I took some shots when I should have been in a meeting.

And then it was back to work, reviewing stuff, for the rest of the day. It was dull stuff, but needed to be done.

Outside the snow stopped, and the sun came out, the snow that had settled began to melt. Late in the afternoon it fell again, but marked the end of the wintery day, as temperatures roose too, and the fresh snow and old stuff melted.

All gone.

Oh well.

The day ends, I watch the football from the mid-week games. One 90 long football and analysis glut with Scully beside me on the sofa. She wasn't impressed.

I was though, ten games in 90 minutes with lots of talk means four minutes or so of action for each game. And move on. Still, football.

Jools comes home and we have dinner; soup with home made potato bread, always a favourite, and very filling. And then the evening to ourselves as there was, for a change, no football to listen to, so we have the radio on and fill our time with stuff.

And so came to an end the eleventh month of the year. Can you believe it?