Thursday, December 02, 2010
The snow was deeper today.
There were differences between our walk, yesterday and today, to Southgate shops.
Today it took a great deal longer.
Walking was hard work.
Talking was fun - lots of talking. We spent a while with a young woman - a teacher, who teaches in south London, chatting about this and that. Bill took a picture of her in the snow on her blackberry so that she could brag to a friend about the amount of snow we have!
We spoke too, to policemen - not sorting out major crimes, but collecting medicines from the pharmacy for somebody.
Another difference between the two days is that Sandra in the post office failed to make it - the post office was closed. So parcels have not been posted.
We went into the little minimart for basic supplies - but there was no bread or milk to be found.
Bill has just about enough bread - and maybe he will have to enjoy black tea and coffee, like me.
We gave up any ideas of walking on into town.
And by the time we got home I was glad - my hands were very cold.
I had an idea in my head about building a snowman. That can wait until tomorrow.
Now for some photos.
Come on Bill - it's fun.
The picture of the bird bath gives a little idea of the depth of the snow.
Taken from the front door.
A new small tree which has been planted by the fence of the medical centre.
I said it would be fun!
Having left our own front garden, we made our way up Wakehurst Drive. 
It looks gloomy doesn't it? It didn't actually stop snowing all the while we were out.
Christmassy holly berries brighten the gloom.
Cars were almost lost under the snow.
The same red Mini - keeping a pair of eyes on the passers by!
Pigeons and icicles.
Pigeon in the tree.
Nearly back home - the children just round the corner had made a snowman outside their front door.
The back garden - from the back door.
Cat face in the path that Bill had cleared in the back garden.
Today it took a great deal longer.
Walking was hard work.
Talking was fun - lots of talking. We spent a while with a young woman - a teacher, who teaches in south London, chatting about this and that. Bill took a picture of her in the snow on her blackberry so that she could brag to a friend about the amount of snow we have!
We spoke too, to policemen - not sorting out major crimes, but collecting medicines from the pharmacy for somebody.
Another difference between the two days is that Sandra in the post office failed to make it - the post office was closed. So parcels have not been posted.
We went into the little minimart for basic supplies - but there was no bread or milk to be found.
Bill has just about enough bread - and maybe he will have to enjoy black tea and coffee, like me.
We gave up any ideas of walking on into town.
And by the time we got home I was glad - my hands were very cold.
I had an idea in my head about building a snowman. That can wait until tomorrow.
Now for some photos.
Come on Bill - it's fun.
The picture of the bird bath gives a little idea of the depth of the snow.
Taken from the front door.
A new small tree which has been planted by the fence of the medical centre.
I said it would be fun!
Having left our own front garden, we made our way up Wakehurst Drive.
Bill decided to snap the post box.
It looks gloomy doesn't it? It didn't actually stop snowing all the while we were out.
Christmassy holly berries brighten the gloom.
Cars were almost lost under the snow.
The same red Mini - keeping a pair of eyes on the passers by!
Pigeons and icicles.
Pigeon in the tree.
Nearly back home - the children just round the corner had made a snowman outside their front door.
Look how deep the snow is - almost over my knee high boots.
The back garden - from the back door.
Cat face in the path that Bill had cleared in the back garden.Tomorrow they say we will have some sunshine.
That will be nice.
But the snow will remain - temperatures going down low again tonight.
So, I assume that there will be another day of problems for people making journeys.
Today there were no planes, no trains and no buses. Not many cars were on the roads either.
Labels: home and daily life
