sleet 30 December 2009
I thought I had left snow behind in Ukraine – how wrong I was. I have just spent some hours in Birmingham being snowed on there (north of England, for those of you elsewhere in the world) – and insult insisted on accompanying its close cousin injury as I watched Liverpool snatch a late goal against my beloved football team Aston Villa to triumph and take the 3 precious points from the game. NOOOOO! Wrong, all wrong. At this time last year we lost 2 in a row, at a crucial moment leaguewise, and the season went very steeply and swiftly downhill from there – time to regroup and KICK ASS.
On a slightly plus-er side I am getting great milage out of the boots I had to buy in Odessa to deal with the snow there (having travelled in trainers expecting milder weather) so they sort of don’t owe me much now and may even have paid their way. And against all odds myself and Himself made the train back to London and are sitting quaffing a, not great but cold and wet, white wine and charting the weather – just passed Northampton, heading South, and it is merely raining now, not even sleeting…
2009 is near an end and I am not sure I’ll miss it all that much…
