Saturday, February 07, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
I enjoy the idea of "snowed in" Londoners
Not for the first time do I look forward to reading the BBC's coverage of severe weather conditions in the UK to my Canadian friends and colleagues. It is the heaviest snowfall in 18 years! The trains are cancelled! People are having to dig themselves out of their houses! They are lost in snowdrifts! There has been 10cm of snow! In a day!
Compare and contrast:
Figure 1: Bicycle in 'snowstruck' London:

Fig 2: Car after one day's snowfall in Montreal last week:
Compare and contrast:
Figure 1: Bicycle in 'snowstruck' London:

Fig 2: Car after one day's snowfall in Montreal last week:
Friday, January 30, 2009
I am to be married
Utterly preposterous in all the ways, I am sure you will agree, but rather delightful also. It is quite the story, I must admit.
Regular readers may be aware that I met the person I am marrying (a French Canadian veterinary research histopathologist who cuts his own hair) because of - and entirely because of - this web-blog or, rather more accurately perhaps, originally via my original web-blog (gauche, yes; far too many ghastly Random Capitalisations, certainly, but rather funny here and there!).
You may read about our first date here. The rest is also a good story, but I have never told it directly. It is the sort of story that makes single ladies in their early 30s (I am 39) go all wet-eyed and say, I have hope again!
I rather think I might tell it, as well as (of course) keeping every single one of you very much "au courant" with every development viz. sugared almonds, tiaras, ghastly string quartets, menus involving chicken OR salmon, etc.
Pip Pip!
NWM
Regular readers may be aware that I met the person I am marrying (a French Canadian veterinary research histopathologist who cuts his own hair) because of - and entirely because of - this web-blog or, rather more accurately perhaps, originally via my original web-blog (gauche, yes; far too many ghastly Random Capitalisations, certainly, but rather funny here and there!).
You may read about our first date here. The rest is also a good story, but I have never told it directly. It is the sort of story that makes single ladies in their early 30s (I am 39) go all wet-eyed and say, I have hope again!
I rather think I might tell it, as well as (of course) keeping every single one of you very much "au courant" with every development viz. sugared almonds, tiaras, ghastly string quartets, menus involving chicken OR salmon, etc.
Pip Pip!
NWM
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