Wednesday, 25 February 2009

The Snow Must Go On


I had the Panda's special studded snow tyres swapped back for the normal Mud + Snow Pirellis today. Which should guarantee at least a couple of feet of the white stuff this weekend. Actually, looking at the pic it would appear that a local dog has cocked his mangy leg on the tyre which would explain the whiff I noticed driving back from town.
And I think that despite some tremendous competition this is my most inconsequential post yet, but I am struggling and can only plead serious middle-age fatigue after a weekend in the City and County of Leicester that left few drinks unturned and pub landlords flicking through holiday brochures with surprised smiles on their fat chops.

5 comments:

Diplomat said...

This is altogether more like it - pooh to clever, whitty, observant and sometimes literary posts - it is in the mundane that we can, if we will but make the effort, find the glories. A terraced street of back to back repetitous mediochraty will be the home of a thriving community, the hub of a social structure that keeps people going, looks after its sick and argues with those it loves. This peaceful, bland backwater of blogland has the potential to push forth much poetry, philosophy and good will - long may it continue. Our senses are attacked hour by hour with whizzo stuff that we must do/have/aspire to, cars get slicker, middle aged women get sexier and the promise of eternal happiness is always just around the corner. Ron, I think we ought to preserve your Grappa Hell just as it is.

Peter Ashley said...

Blimey.

Vinogirl said...

It was a great post. It mentioned a dog.

Thud said...

You are doing fine...my latest post featured tumbleweeds.

Affer said...

Nice oak leaves