So, is everyone back and raring to go at the new decade?
No, me neither :-) I always find this time of year a bit depressing.
There's chaos in Liverpool right now. We've had about six inches of snow, and when that happens the world ends. The Town Council scratch their collective heads and wonder just where they put the grit lorries. Oh, and did anybody actually order in some grit?
It took me two and a half hours to do what usually is a twenty minute drive yesterday. I couldn't get the car up a hill, and had to go back down and try my luck on a different hill, and these hills are main trunk routes out of town. It's disconcerting going sideways up a hill.
The bus company bailed out. It got to three p.m. and they didn't like the roads one bit, so they did the decent, honourable, heroic thing and went home. Of course, they were lucky, because at least they had buses to go home in; not like the thousands of people they left behind at their work. The schools have closed. It's a good job we don't live in Canada or our children would go uneducated.
Still, there you go, Happy New Year and whatnot...
Now, where's my shovel...?
The Ballad of Robinson Clyde - Alex's latest story *The Ballad of Robinson Clyde* is out now at Emerging Worlds. Its a lyrical kind of a story that put me in mind of J.G. Ballard.
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