Over the past year or so I’ve become internet chums with a lot of Australian and New Zealand bloggers. We’ve met via blogs, Twitter and through the launch of the book I wrote with Emma Kaufmann, which is published over there. It’s been a great experience getting to know these women but today the full magnitude of what our relationship really means for me hit home. On the very day Aberdeenshire was issued with a severe weather warning promising sub zero temperatures and snow blizzards I am bombarded with Aussie complaints about the heat. “Summer’s barely here and it’s raging hot” they’ll say. “Kids are gearing up for summer holidays” they’ll also say. “to barbecue or not to barbecue” they’ll say. I’ve a feeling winter is going to be extra difficult for me this year...I have severe weather envy.
I’m currently sitting my dining room typing this with my coat on. Really. Outside the garden is sodden and the rain is dingin’ doon. Last night both my cats came in from outside completely soaked and tried to get under the bed covers with me and my husband. Ugh! My dog has to be shut in the porch for an hour every time we come back from a walk to let the mud dry so that he won’t slither about my house wrecking it like a hairy hippo.
Yes, I know British people are obsessed with the weather but North Eastern Scots are in a different league. We've got about 50 words for rain alone.
I have had three separate face to face conversations with folk in passing about the weather already today. My dentist The Tooth Jockey told me at length how concerned he is about driving to Dumfries on Friday in the snow- normally he says next to nothing to me. My next door neighbour simply muttered some expletives when I mentioned the weather, and the wifie in the local shop was going off on one about “nae haein’ ony kind o’ a summer this year”. She’s right, we didn’t. I just couldn’t agree with her because my fluency in the local language is wanting. I try it and I sound like an American actor trying to do an Irish accent kind of like Brad Pitt in that IRA movie, or groundskeeper Willie in the Simpsons.
Then I had an online transworld conversation with Cate in New Zealand who told me that just once she’d love to have a White Christmas. So I looked this video out that might make Cate smile but might also make the rest of us cheer up about the impending blizzards. This was the highlight of Meeester’s year last year- the Snowplough Catastrophe. This video comes after a vigil of over an hour when my husband and erstwhile on the spot reporter, Meeester M on spying a snowplough getting stuck in a verge, hung about taking photos and generally being a right pest. He did offer to help, but he only had a cocker spaniel with him, and well, he’s a strong boy but we didn’t want to break him. I think the driver just wanted him to F off.
In the end a DADDY snowplough had to come and rescue the poor guy. But I kid you not I got over 10 photos and text messages sent to me from the scene as Meeester M excitedly kept me up to date with developments. It's your ultimate Tonka Toy dream! And he got one of his photos of the fiasco published in the local press, which must have pleased the snowplough driver no end. No anonymity for him then.
Here’s the crescendo of the experience. Man, it’s like watching Sky News! (but sideways..sorry- his fault)
Note- this was at the end of over an HOUR of Meeester M hanging about the scene trying to be inconspicuous.