On ice


The media full of snow and an ill conceived attempt to unseat Brown, our hapless Prime Minister. The Brighton streets less lethal than last time, and the snow slushy. Emerging from Tesco Metro I heard a peeping of my name and saw Anna and Klaudia and Oskar. I crossed the road and right away, and rather peskily, Oskar threw some slush in my face. Remarkably well aimed for a three year old. They'd obviously had loads of fun today.


Back in my Twitten, and there was some effort being made by its denizens to clear it, so I got busy with my spade too. Had a nice chat with my trombonist neighbour Mark as we worked. Indoors to a spot of turkey curry, and an episode of Twin Peaks.

Below Royal Pavilion at slushy dusk.