Plans For Beach Barbecue Still On Hold
In the hope of winning the glass trophy for 'Stating The Obvious' I should just tell you that Inverness still resembles a winter wonderland. It's not actually snowing at the moment and the sun is shining, but it's bitterly cold outside.
I was upstairs in the ´óÏó´«Ã½ Scotland newsroom this morning and hearing all sorts of tales about camera crews ploughing through snowdrifts to get footage of that derailment at Carrbirdge. I can also reveal that some of our reporters have taken to living together because they cant get to their own homes at night. I'm predicting at least one Spring wedding (or civil partnership ceremony) as a result.
At home we've had no rubbish pick-up for a fortnight. Now, I know this is the norm in places like East Dunbartonshire, but here in the Highlands we do like to have our bins emptied on a regular basis. As it is, our big, green wheely bin has been embedded in a bank of brown slush since Boxing Day and you can only imagine what that turkey carcass looks like now.
Yummy.
The sad news is that I've had to cancel my usual Wednesday trip to Glasgow (cue leaping and clicking of heels) and spend more time at home clearing the steps, paths and pavements.
Still, that's more fun than some of those ´óÏó´«Ã½ meetings.
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