Ouch
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They kept telling us to get in touch with our bodies. Mine isn’t all that communicative but I heard from it the other day after I said, ‘Body, how’d you like to do the nine o’clock class in vigorous toning?’ Clear as a bell my body said, ‘Listen, bitch… do it and you die.’
Whoever coined that - and I wish it was me - deserves an award. It perfectly sums up how I feel today. My suspicions have been confirmed. I definately did do too much at the gym. Now my ribs ache to buggery, particularly if I cough or sneeze, and even levering myself up out of bed this morning was a supremely sadistic sensation.
Anyhow, it was a good day, in spite of the cold, which is turning bitter and nasty. Talking about it in the office someone said it was too cold to snow, which in due course became an immediate point of dispute until we called someone at the BBC weather centre to find out if this was actually possible.
Seems it is (I was rather hoping it was an old wives’ tale) although it’s a bit of a rarity in the UK as it would need to get down to 20 below freezing. At that point there is apparently too little moisture in the air for snow crystals to form.
I don’t know what would happen if it rained, though. Hail, I guess.
I hope we don’t get any of that.
Still, at least if we do it could have come at a worse time. The issue went off to print this evening so the next few days will be filled with the meetings I didn’t have time to attend in the last few days of the production cycle, and I can do all of my emailing and writing from home if the promised cold snap arrives and I get snowed in. Knowing the state of the rails, though, it’ll only take half an inch to stop the trains from running, so the chances are fair to good, I’d say.
The only worry is if I get stranded at home I may end up getting fidgety with the clippers and cutting my hair. It’s getting far longer than I normally let it go and it looks a mess, but I’ll be having my picture done yet again in a couple of weeks (third time since starting in the job - they like to alternate your pics on the page) and I’d like it to look good so have pledged to have it done properly by someone else this time.
I’m already practicing the small talk, although having booked no holiday so far this year, there’ll be little to discuss. It could be a very brief trim indeed.
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January 28th, 2004 at 12:46 pm
Hah, the weather. You actually had to call a weather person to figure that out? I could have told you that - but then it’s common knowledge where I come from. Currently -6 degrees; a granny-underwear sort of weather…
When I lived in England in the winter of ‘95-’96, it snowed. That is to say, the ground turned white but only just - still the train system went haywire and whatnot and this Icelander thought the English were a really strange people to make such fuss over a tiny bit of snow on the ground.
But you should be prepared for the worst, better safe than sorry…
Just got my hair cut this morning and dumped all my current worries and annoyances on my sympathetic and understanding hair dresser.