3 February 2013

Good morning on this post-Groundhog Day – we certainly saw our shadows yesterday; it was bright, sunny with clear blue skies. Now what does that mean again? Ah, yes:

If Candlemas be fair and bright,
Winter has another flight.
If Candlemas brings clouds and rain,
Winter will not come again.

It has already been (and will undoubtedly continue to be), a great weekend of sport, possibly my favourite weekend of the year. Yesterday we had the start of the Six Nations Rugby competition in which this year the English team is reckoned to have a decent chance of topping the table. Without revealing any of yesterday’s results, let us remind ourselves that the English team always has the capacity to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory so we’ll see how things work out over the course of the competition. Continue reading “3 February 2013”

3 February 2013 – Amusements

Coming out of the supermarket the other day, I saw a scary sight. As a woman loaded groceries into her trunk, her shopping cart began to roll away. The scary part? It was heading straight for my car.

She ran after it, but was too late … the cart slammed into my driver’s side door. “How bad’s the damage?” I called out, running toward her.

“Bad,” she said, gathering her groceries. “I broke at least a dozen eggs.” Continue reading “3 February 2013 – Amusements”