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girlofpreyOver the past week, I have become slightly less impressed with the snow, but in other ways, fallen slightly more in love with it. On Wednesday I was meant to have a Jobcentre interview in the morning, and then my CBT group in Wakefield in the afternoon. I basically got through Monday and Tuesday without really thinking that the weather might screw that up in any way. Or that if the snow was that bad, the Jobcentre and place in Wakefield might be closed anyway. I woke up to find that the streets were covered in snow, it was still snowing, my dad had taken my mum's car to work because he doesn't want to risk his getting into any accidents and she doesn't like driving in the snow anyway, and that I couldn't get through to my Jobcentre because I only had the general Jobcentre number, and they were apparently so flooded with calls they couldn't let anyone else through, it just kept saying it wasn't available and cutting me off. However, my mum called her Weightwatchers meeting place, and that was still on, so we figured the Jobcentre would probably be open. So I got on my t-shirt, jeans and a hoodie, and my trainers, because I keep intending to get wellies but haven't so far, and wandered out into the snow.
We saw a bus going by as we got out onto the street, so we went to the bus stop nearest us, and I texted them to see when the next bus was, and it said ten minutes. And then because my mum can't stand still, she said we should walk to the next bus stop while we were waiting. We did, and as soon as we got there we turned around and saw a different bus drive straight past us. My mum got irritated and said she was going to complain, and I said it wasn't even the bus that the text was talking about, that was probably still coming. But she wanted to walk to the next bus stop anyway. We just nearly got there, when I turned around and saw the other bus that had been in the text, driving past. And then according to my mum we were 'nearly there' (we weren't), so we should keep going. So there we were, walking through the snow, in my clothes that was mostly designed for anything but snow, at a time earlier than I would normally be awake most days, without even being able to tell exactly where the curb was, or if anything would be open when we got to town. We got to nearly there, to just before all the streets start to slope up on there way into town, and my mum broke off to go to her meeting. I knew I was late for my Jobcentre appointment, but hoped there would be so few people going in that there would be lots of available slots, and they'd understand, and they could just see me when I got there, and I was going to call and check my CBT group was still on after going to the Jobcentre. However, just before I went in my mum called and said she'd popped into the bus station on her way to her meeting to check about buses to Wakefield, and apparently pretty much all the bus services had just been cancelled. So that was out.
Anyway, I got to the Jobcentre, said I was late, they said it was fine, they were just seeing people as they came in, I had my appointment, that went fine and I came out. I called my CBT group people to ask if it was still on and say I wasn't coming if it was - the lady said they were probably going to cancel it anyway because of the weather, so hopefully I haven't missed anything. It's irritating though, because this is the first week I wouldn't have wanted to rush home and see Emmerdale, now Nathan Wylde has gone, and I had all plans to go to the cinema and stuff. Oh well. Next week. So I came out of the Jobcentre, went into town. I wasn't sure when my mum would be coming out of her meeting or if I was sticking with her, so I went to check that buses really were off (they were), then tried to get some money out with my cashcard and had it tell me my pin was wrong. To this day I can't think how it could have been wrong, but I went to my bank in town and checked it, and it was still wrong, so I had to get them to send me a new one. Then I came out, wandered round, and finally decided to call mum. Except I couldn't get through because of a connection error. But luckily, she was right in the town centre near where I was, literally as I was trying to call her again, and she called me over, and we met up.
I decided to stick with her for the rest of her shopping trip, we went into Marks and Spencers, getting advent calendars and stocking up on chocolate biscuits and the like. And then ended up getting rushed out, because due to adverse weather conditions, they were closing at 11:30. So we rushed out and went to Morrisons. Which was ridiculously open, there was no closing them. It looked to me like WHSmiths had never opened, and mum said Argos had looked the same, but Morrisons? No dice. We went into the cafe, like a pair of refugees, so my mum could have a hot drink and I could have a panini. And some cheesecake. I deserved that cheesecake, it was cold. Then we did the Morrisons shopping. Except instead of regular Wednesday shopping, we were shopping for the whole weekend, so we wouldn't have to go out again. So there were meals, more meals, meat for the Sunday dinner, cans and cans, packs of coca cola. My mum at some point seemed to have given up caring about pretty much anything, as well, leading to a few sarcastic arguments about what to buy, and her occasionally letting go of the trolley, in the middle of pushing it, and shouting my name so she could go look at something, so I had to leap over and make sure it didn't knock down any displays or anything. We got to the end of the shopping, having seen out of the windows that it was still snowing while we were going round, and sort of came to terms with the fact we had tons of shopping, no car, and it was snowing outside. Quite a lot. We'd heard the taxis might be off, along with the buses, but I went along and used the supermarket taxi phone anyway, and they weren't off, but we were going to have to wait an hour and ten minutes for one if we wanted one. My mum decided that we didn't.
We went outside to consider our options. It was still snowing. I had guessed from loading the trolley with the full bags of shopping that there was way more than we could carry home, even on a non-snowy day. The possibility of stealing a trolley was discussed, but the fact we'd have to bring it back at some point was kind of off-putting. It was about three hours until my dad finished work. My mum thought maybe we could carry all the shopping home. I was unconvinced, but picked up all the bags I thought I could carry, although not very far until my shoulders, elbows or hands gave out. My mum picked up the rest, and found that out of the trolley, she couldn't even stand up straight with them, much less carry them anywhere. Whether or not we should wait for a taxi was discussed. Whether or not we should steal a trolley was again discussed. Whether or not we should call dad and beg him to come get us was discussed. We decided to call him, to 'check' if he was coming home from work yet, or could be convinced to. My mum later swore she only meant because she didn't like the idea of him coming home later, in the snow and in the dark. Whatever, mum. He wasn't coming home then though. Definitely not, unfortunately. So we decided to order a taxi and just wait for the hour or so in the cafe. We went back, my mum ordered a breakfast meal to eat while we were waiting. We'd pretty much just sat down when my mum decided to check her phone, and saw some missed calls from my dad. He'd decided he would come home now after all. Mum was irritated, but she still had about half an hour to eat her meal. My idea that we might all end up huddled round, singing songs, raiding the shelves or pick and mix for food was never tested, unfortunately. But it was kind of worth it for a lift. My dad said he'd call, but he didn't, he just sort of turned up behind me, and I had to track down mum from where she'd wandered off to some aisle or other. But anyway, we all met up again, we got the shopping, we got it into the car, and we managed to get home.
At which point the whole snow thing became a bit more jolly, mostly when we let the dog out and he started racing around like he was in Lapland, getting snow all over his nose, and chasing snowballs my mum threw for him and trying to distinguish them from the rest of the snow. I was a bit worried about my cat, because she hadn't been in when my mum and I went out that morning, and she hadn't come when I'd called. But I called her name and made some calling noises a few times, and it was only a few minutes until we heard her collar jangling, and saw her come leaping over the snowdrifts 'like a mountain lion', in my mum's words. She still seemed a bit wary of the snow, but managed to pick out the least snow-laden path to the open garage door, and get inside, where it was only left for us to pick the snowflakes out of her fur. My dad and me had a bit of an argument about my not banging my shoes against the wall before going into the garage to get the snow off them. When our dog came in, he did not bang the snow off his paws. Quite the opposite. But we all managed to get inside, and our problems with the snow were basically over for one day.
The next day, Thursday, was slightly less adventurous and lovely. I had a doctor's appointment, and my mum assured me the doctor's were definitely open. I didn't know if the buses were running, which it turned out they were, but didn't think I had enough change for them, which it turned out much later I did. So I ended up walking into town again. But on that day the snow had sort of turned into slush, and the roads were clear so there was a lot more traffic, and my shoes (still not wellies) were still slightly damp from the day before. So my feet were basically soaking by the time I got there, and I was late for my appointment again. But the doctor let me go in anyway, and understand because of the snow. It wasn't much, I was just basically telling them about the wobble I had the other week, just to let them know what was happening with me, and I didn't want to cancel it because I had an appointment the other week and missed it. But the doctor didn't seem worried, she said she was glad I'd let them know, and to make an appointment for in 2 months or so, just to check on how I was feeling. So I came out, went home, on the bus this time. Got further chocolate supplies from my local Aldi, resisted the urge to buy cheap specialist alcohol, which I don't even drink, so I don't know what that is about, and walked the rest of the short way home.
Got home, was treated to the slightly adorable, thought slightly macabre, sight of my cat sneaking out of the garage and across the lawn to try to hunt a bird in one of our bushes. She had to jump up onto a wall to get to it, and ended up slipping off and popping back up covered in snow, so I think she probably missed her bird. Then she slinked off back into the garage again. I would have thought she wouldn't want to go out at all in either rain or snow, but apparently it doesn't stop her. But anyway. I had lunch with soup, and changed my trousers and socks. And since then I have been inside, and I intend to stay that way for as long as possible. It is one of the semi-luxuries of being unemployed. However, I have another CBT appointment on Wednesday and I think we're going to be expected to cope with it by that point. Damn it.
So that is all my snow news, aside from our dog making quite a lot of the yellow kind of it. I am very sorry to anyone who got a lot more held up in it though, or had to go to work in it. It was all very pretty though.
In TV news:
I think that is everything. Snow and TV. Yay.
We saw a bus going by as we got out onto the street, so we went to the bus stop nearest us, and I texted them to see when the next bus was, and it said ten minutes. And then because my mum can't stand still, she said we should walk to the next bus stop while we were waiting. We did, and as soon as we got there we turned around and saw a different bus drive straight past us. My mum got irritated and said she was going to complain, and I said it wasn't even the bus that the text was talking about, that was probably still coming. But she wanted to walk to the next bus stop anyway. We just nearly got there, when I turned around and saw the other bus that had been in the text, driving past. And then according to my mum we were 'nearly there' (we weren't), so we should keep going. So there we were, walking through the snow, in my clothes that was mostly designed for anything but snow, at a time earlier than I would normally be awake most days, without even being able to tell exactly where the curb was, or if anything would be open when we got to town. We got to nearly there, to just before all the streets start to slope up on there way into town, and my mum broke off to go to her meeting. I knew I was late for my Jobcentre appointment, but hoped there would be so few people going in that there would be lots of available slots, and they'd understand, and they could just see me when I got there, and I was going to call and check my CBT group was still on after going to the Jobcentre. However, just before I went in my mum called and said she'd popped into the bus station on her way to her meeting to check about buses to Wakefield, and apparently pretty much all the bus services had just been cancelled. So that was out.
Anyway, I got to the Jobcentre, said I was late, they said it was fine, they were just seeing people as they came in, I had my appointment, that went fine and I came out. I called my CBT group people to ask if it was still on and say I wasn't coming if it was - the lady said they were probably going to cancel it anyway because of the weather, so hopefully I haven't missed anything. It's irritating though, because this is the first week I wouldn't have wanted to rush home and see Emmerdale, now Nathan Wylde has gone, and I had all plans to go to the cinema and stuff. Oh well. Next week. So I came out of the Jobcentre, went into town. I wasn't sure when my mum would be coming out of her meeting or if I was sticking with her, so I went to check that buses really were off (they were), then tried to get some money out with my cashcard and had it tell me my pin was wrong. To this day I can't think how it could have been wrong, but I went to my bank in town and checked it, and it was still wrong, so I had to get them to send me a new one. Then I came out, wandered round, and finally decided to call mum. Except I couldn't get through because of a connection error. But luckily, she was right in the town centre near where I was, literally as I was trying to call her again, and she called me over, and we met up.
I decided to stick with her for the rest of her shopping trip, we went into Marks and Spencers, getting advent calendars and stocking up on chocolate biscuits and the like. And then ended up getting rushed out, because due to adverse weather conditions, they were closing at 11:30. So we rushed out and went to Morrisons. Which was ridiculously open, there was no closing them. It looked to me like WHSmiths had never opened, and mum said Argos had looked the same, but Morrisons? No dice. We went into the cafe, like a pair of refugees, so my mum could have a hot drink and I could have a panini. And some cheesecake. I deserved that cheesecake, it was cold. Then we did the Morrisons shopping. Except instead of regular Wednesday shopping, we were shopping for the whole weekend, so we wouldn't have to go out again. So there were meals, more meals, meat for the Sunday dinner, cans and cans, packs of coca cola. My mum at some point seemed to have given up caring about pretty much anything, as well, leading to a few sarcastic arguments about what to buy, and her occasionally letting go of the trolley, in the middle of pushing it, and shouting my name so she could go look at something, so I had to leap over and make sure it didn't knock down any displays or anything. We got to the end of the shopping, having seen out of the windows that it was still snowing while we were going round, and sort of came to terms with the fact we had tons of shopping, no car, and it was snowing outside. Quite a lot. We'd heard the taxis might be off, along with the buses, but I went along and used the supermarket taxi phone anyway, and they weren't off, but we were going to have to wait an hour and ten minutes for one if we wanted one. My mum decided that we didn't.
We went outside to consider our options. It was still snowing. I had guessed from loading the trolley with the full bags of shopping that there was way more than we could carry home, even on a non-snowy day. The possibility of stealing a trolley was discussed, but the fact we'd have to bring it back at some point was kind of off-putting. It was about three hours until my dad finished work. My mum thought maybe we could carry all the shopping home. I was unconvinced, but picked up all the bags I thought I could carry, although not very far until my shoulders, elbows or hands gave out. My mum picked up the rest, and found that out of the trolley, she couldn't even stand up straight with them, much less carry them anywhere. Whether or not we should wait for a taxi was discussed. Whether or not we should steal a trolley was again discussed. Whether or not we should call dad and beg him to come get us was discussed. We decided to call him, to 'check' if he was coming home from work yet, or could be convinced to. My mum later swore she only meant because she didn't like the idea of him coming home later, in the snow and in the dark. Whatever, mum. He wasn't coming home then though. Definitely not, unfortunately. So we decided to order a taxi and just wait for the hour or so in the cafe. We went back, my mum ordered a breakfast meal to eat while we were waiting. We'd pretty much just sat down when my mum decided to check her phone, and saw some missed calls from my dad. He'd decided he would come home now after all. Mum was irritated, but she still had about half an hour to eat her meal. My idea that we might all end up huddled round, singing songs, raiding the shelves or pick and mix for food was never tested, unfortunately. But it was kind of worth it for a lift. My dad said he'd call, but he didn't, he just sort of turned up behind me, and I had to track down mum from where she'd wandered off to some aisle or other. But anyway, we all met up again, we got the shopping, we got it into the car, and we managed to get home.
At which point the whole snow thing became a bit more jolly, mostly when we let the dog out and he started racing around like he was in Lapland, getting snow all over his nose, and chasing snowballs my mum threw for him and trying to distinguish them from the rest of the snow. I was a bit worried about my cat, because she hadn't been in when my mum and I went out that morning, and she hadn't come when I'd called. But I called her name and made some calling noises a few times, and it was only a few minutes until we heard her collar jangling, and saw her come leaping over the snowdrifts 'like a mountain lion', in my mum's words. She still seemed a bit wary of the snow, but managed to pick out the least snow-laden path to the open garage door, and get inside, where it was only left for us to pick the snowflakes out of her fur. My dad and me had a bit of an argument about my not banging my shoes against the wall before going into the garage to get the snow off them. When our dog came in, he did not bang the snow off his paws. Quite the opposite. But we all managed to get inside, and our problems with the snow were basically over for one day.
The next day, Thursday, was slightly less adventurous and lovely. I had a doctor's appointment, and my mum assured me the doctor's were definitely open. I didn't know if the buses were running, which it turned out they were, but didn't think I had enough change for them, which it turned out much later I did. So I ended up walking into town again. But on that day the snow had sort of turned into slush, and the roads were clear so there was a lot more traffic, and my shoes (still not wellies) were still slightly damp from the day before. So my feet were basically soaking by the time I got there, and I was late for my appointment again. But the doctor let me go in anyway, and understand because of the snow. It wasn't much, I was just basically telling them about the wobble I had the other week, just to let them know what was happening with me, and I didn't want to cancel it because I had an appointment the other week and missed it. But the doctor didn't seem worried, she said she was glad I'd let them know, and to make an appointment for in 2 months or so, just to check on how I was feeling. So I came out, went home, on the bus this time. Got further chocolate supplies from my local Aldi, resisted the urge to buy cheap specialist alcohol, which I don't even drink, so I don't know what that is about, and walked the rest of the short way home.
Got home, was treated to the slightly adorable, thought slightly macabre, sight of my cat sneaking out of the garage and across the lawn to try to hunt a bird in one of our bushes. She had to jump up onto a wall to get to it, and ended up slipping off and popping back up covered in snow, so I think she probably missed her bird. Then she slinked off back into the garage again. I would have thought she wouldn't want to go out at all in either rain or snow, but apparently it doesn't stop her. But anyway. I had lunch with soup, and changed my trousers and socks. And since then I have been inside, and I intend to stay that way for as long as possible. It is one of the semi-luxuries of being unemployed. However, I have another CBT appointment on Wednesday and I think we're going to be expected to cope with it by that point. Damn it.
So that is all my snow news, aside from our dog making quite a lot of the yellow kind of it. I am very sorry to anyone who got a lot more held up in it though, or had to go to work in it. It was all very pretty though.
In TV news:
- Thanks to my parents having it on, I have been watching quite a bit of I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here over the past few days. I think I might be a bit in love with Stacey Solomon. However, it seems like most of the country seems to feel the same way, so it's not exactly a suprise.
- I watched Misfits on Thursday. I have been thinking and thinking about the Simon, Future!Simon and Alisha timeline. Alisha must never have died in Future!Simon's timeline. Because he knew he was coming back to save her, he said to her that she wouldn't die because 'he wouldn't let that happen'. And given that he died and knew he was going to die last night, that must have been the actual thing he was saving her from. Because she definitely lived past that, because them getting famous hasn't happened yet, and we saw her on that TV interview talking about their powers. So - in a storyline that might have borrowed something from the Doctor and River Song in Series 4 and 5, and which is quite tragic in a lot of ways - she is going to fall in love with him knowing that some day he is going to come back and die for her, and not when he's old and grey. And he must find out at some point that that's what happened and what is going to happen, so he knows to come back and do it. But he's still telling her that she can't tell Simon who he is, so Simon comes to it on his own, but she must tell him at some point because she's the only one that knows, at the moment. So how and when she does/is supposed to tell him is critical really - assumedly, if he always knew him going back was part of the timeline, and he's not there with his future knowledge to mess anything up anymore, she'll tell him in the proper way, when he needs to find out. And it can't happen any other way, he can't decide not to go back so he can stay with her and she can't beg him not to, because if he never comes back for her, she'll die/have died before any of it started, and she'll never fall in love with him, and he'll never fall in love with her. And that really is quite sad.
Also, I love Kelly, and I wish Kelly and Nathan would just get together, assuming they're going to. Also, the police in Misfits world are kind of shit, considering they couldn't catch a man who was seemingly frequenting a quite small estate, shooting people in the street, and driving a red sports car. But oh well. Needs of the story and all that. Also, I kind of love their probation worker. I hope he sticks around, and doesn't get killed. I think he might not, because he's quite a good actor and has been in some things recently (well, Whitechapel). But they don't have a great track record with them, do they? Anyway, fingers crossed. - I watched Strictly Come Dancing tonight. Of all the dances, I think I enjoyed Matt's the best, although it wasn't a very typical jive. But I also really liked Gavin's, even though it was a bit stiff in some places - he cheated a bit by putting some quickstep, which he was quite good at, into the routine, but even though I quite liked his weird jive last week, I think tonight was definitely a lot better. However, I still think he's probably going to go tomorrow. If he does go though, at least he'll be going out on a high, which is always nice. It's just sad to see someone make an improvement and then have to go anyway. Ideally, I'd like to see Ann and Anton go, but that's been the case for a few weeks. And while ever she's teasing about how difficult her next dance/dances will be, I don't think she will. She did seem to be dancing a bit more tonight, and I really like the song she danced to, but even so, I'd prefer her to go. If she doesn't, I think I'd be okay with losing Scott at this point more than any of the others, as I just don't get as much out of his dances as most of the others, except for that jive he and Natalie did to Hit The Road Jack. But I think it will probably be Gavin. Of the rest of the dancers that aren't Ann and Anton, he's clearly the weakest. But we'll have to wait till tomorrow to find out, I guess.
I think that is everything. Snow and TV. Yay.
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