After a comparatively mild Christmas and New Year period, the thermometer took a sudden nose-dive. We had snow on Monday, although only about an inch or so, but a lot more fell yesterday and I spent most of the morning looking out of the window at the white-out developing. Predictably it caused the usual travel chaos, and I learned at lunch-time that my Italian class this week had been cancelled. I don't really have any clear recollections of the famous last great freeze of 1963 except that I was at school: we at the time only lived just round the corner so I didn't have any great difficulty getting there and I don't remember that we had classes cancelled or impromptu days off - although I do have a dim recollection of makeshift timetables for a while. I'm sure we were all hardier and made of sterner stuff in those days! This morning I swept the path clear despite a forecast of more snow later in the day, which in the event didn't materialize, although I see there is likely to be some tomorrow. Well, I know someone who's going to be pleased.... Woof!
Born in Hornchurch, Essex, I lived for three years in Hong Kong before returning to the UK in 1959.
I was a pupil at Leamington College for Boys and have recently written all about it in the story of my schooldays.
For eight and a half years altogether, I reviewed piercing and tattoo experiences and article submissions for BME, eventually clocking up a total of some 27,500 reviews.
I learned to speak French, German and Italian, but although I can still remember the basics, I'm sadly nowhere near as proficient as I once was.
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