I drove back from the airport tonight in weather that, in 55 years of being on this planet, I have not knowingly encountered. Torrential rain and snow; ice forming on the windscreen (until I turned up the fan and the heat to full) and lakes appearing on major dual carriageways. Nearer home, a car stuck in the middle of the road in a flooded hollow, with its hazards flashing, was one of many I saw. Stupidly I set off without a phone. Had I been caught in this mayhem, there was no way I could have phoned home to let Mrs Weasel know what was going on. I have no idea what my phone numbers are. Even my recovery service is on my phone, but apart from that, if the car had stalled in the atrocious weather, I would have been stuffed.
Of course, my two passengers had to wait for a much delayed plane. It seems to be a regular thing now, but mostly because of the weather. Young Master Weasel appeared a few days ago with a friend, and then promptly needed hospitalization and a general anaesthetic. A lot of tooing and frowing ensued, not to say a bit of worry. We are cautiously optimistic that he will make a full recovery, and was just about able to fly, despite being in pain from a bit being cut out of him. During the "ordeal", a very high up army chap told him his pre-op condition "looked like a gunshot wound".
I have barely had time to eat and sleep, let alone read the news or think of this blog. And now, the next lot of visitors have arrived and they will be here, with nowhere to go due to the stinking weather, for another five days. Then, there is a lull, and then Mrs Weasel jets off to a week of sunshine in lake Como, and on the day she returns, so does Ms Weasel and Ms Weasel's friend - making two round trips to the airport in one day.
All of this is to say, sorry that blogging has been non-existent, but sometimes, real life looms large. Food does not cook itself, nor do beds get changed and my face aches from smiling and being amenable.