Hot And Cold And Falling More Slowly
Drama in the Inverness newsroom this afternoon when a radiator pipe ruptured sending a pressurised jet of hot water all over the carpet. The place was horribly soaked before someone could rescue the situation with the inevitable strip of black gaffer tape while we waited for the plumber to arrive.
The snow, meanwhile, was causing all sorts of problems in the Highlands this morning. Most of the local schools were closed and there were umpteen reports of skids and bashes on the roads. I paid my son five quid if he would get out of bed and dig my car out of the driveway. He did a great job - I was watching from the window - and I rumbled slowly into the office. The police, of course, were advising people not to make unnecessary journeys, but how do you define 'unnecessary'? I, for example, had to get to my desk and listen through to a number of pre-recorded programmes that will be part of Ö÷²¥´óÐã Radio Scotland's Christmas Day schedule. Not exactly life or death stuff, but I didn't want to leave you with dead air while you're cooking your turkey.
Also, I had one last bit of Christmas Shopping to do and that meant a walk down Castle Street and into the city centre. By lunchtime the pavements were fairly slushy - it was like walking through a massive grey sorbet. I slipped a few times and think no one noticed. But you never know these days. So many people have cameras on their mobile phones that my accidental gymnastics might soon end up as one of those "surprise You Tube hits" that we're always reading about.
It would probably look funnier in slow motion.
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