Scampi: If I may, I’d like to bring the topic around.
Peter: Oh? What ails it?
Scampi: Har har. I’d like to bring the topic around to the Linnaean Society, of course.
Peter: Of course.
3 days, 15 hours
Winter. Not long gone 4 pm yet, all is dark. Wind cuts like a knife. People hurry, collars turned up against the icey blast.
Home beccons. 14 more words
4 days, 2 hours
The Angel From Hell
It’s too hot. We should move to Canada.
My family just had a conversation about this. Because its hot. Very Hot. I hate summer. 6 more words
100 Kilometer Commute
Well, its all gone a bit weird since my last post, as I have managed to injure my knee to the point where I can barely walk and / or bend it. 172 more words
1 week, 1 day
Scampi: Blah blah. Blah blah.
Scampi: And so it goes.
Peter: Am I included in this?
Scampi: Peripherally, I suppose.
Scampi: But not really. 370 more words
Strings 'n Things
And suddenly, it’s December! We’ve had snow, we’ve had freezing rain. We’ve had cold temperatures (down to about -15ºC); it’s warming up a bit now (at about 3ºC right now). 826 more words
1 week, 3 days
One of the things about England is the weather. The weather is one of the things about everything, of course. Even space has weather. 281 more words
1 week, 5 days