Have a good one.
Have a good one.
Neil reckons the public is becoming soft, with the headlines being all about winter storms causing ‘travel chaos’. Back when he was a lad… anyway.
This year we’re staying home, but last year when we drove up to Scotland, the motorway was pretty clear — we reckon because people had been scared off by the weather warnings. It was pretty wet, and we saw a Fiat 500 pass us at really high speed (too fast for the weather conditions). Five minutes later we passed it as it had flipped over. So we called 999.
A few months ago, I was watching Countryside 999 on the BBC. They featured the emergency services attending that very accident, where the driver claimed the motorway’s centre lane was full, so he had to overtake. We were in the centre lane, going fast, and the lane wasn’t that busy. He was just going much faster than he should have been. He’s lucky his wife sustained only minor injuries.
So I hope everyone’s being careful.
A final couple of snaps from the Great Bahamian Adventure™:
While it’s great that Anne can now say a number of words quite clearly, it’s a little less wonderful that she defaults to “MUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYY! UPPPPPPPP!” as she goes through this 18-month sleep regression.
(Although, since she’s never slept more than three hours at a stretch, I shouldn’t really be classifying it as a regression. More an increased fussiness as she won’t go back to sleep easily, unless I sleep with her on the sofa bed.)
Here’s Anne photo bombing a shot of her cousin Mila while we were on holiday.
My first (and only, so far) Photo Sphere shot from the fancy phone. It’s Saunders Beach in Nassau.
I like the idea but for someone like me, it will always be nothing more than a gimmick.
So, there appears to be a link between more people using food banks and increases in hospital admissions due to malnutrition. Politics aside, this makes me think that food banks could actually be harming those they’re trying to help. The tinned food they give out clearly needs to be of better quality.
Heading back home to the cold now.
… and the way we should all be viewing it.
We love you.
The Dig, at Atlantis.