So the Winter of 2013 is set to be the coldest and snowiest since 1947. That’s the year I was born. It is worrying to think that, even at my great age, I have little experience of what is about to befall us.
With this in mind I decided it was time to drag my winter coat out from the depths of the hall cupboard where it has been languishing since the start of Summer.
Recovering my winter coat from the hall cupboard was not as easy as you might think. First of all I had to drag the ironing board out. The hall cupboard is the only cupboard in our house large enough to house our
ironing board which is known as The Steaming Monster and which is decidedly huge. Why we ever thought I would need such an enormous ironing board, given that I am The Worst Ironer in the World, is (like beautifully ironed clothes) beyond me. The
iron, incidentally, lives in the small cupboard above the hall cupboard which I call my Small Electricals Cupboard. I am inordinately proud of my Small Electricals Cupboard even though, as yet, the only small electricals you will find within are (i) the
iron and (ii) the hair dryer. But the idea is there, don’t you think?
Once the ironing board was out of the way, the dog could see the rabbit, as my Dad
would have said. Or, rather, I could see my winter coat hanging right at the back behind my ancient red fleece and Mr B’s no-longer-worn leather jacket. In fact, I can see my winter coats – plural. I have two, a long one and a short one.
What I need to know is – are we going straight into Winter Big Time, necessitating immediate use of the long coat, or will there be some kind of wintry gradation so that I can start with the short coat and elongate as necessary as the thermometer drops?
I suppose I shall have to relegate my summer coat to the back of the hall cupboard. I shall miss it as it has been a good and faithful servant these last few months.
It is a very bright red in colour which means that everyone has been able to see me coming (all the better to avoid me, if they wish) and its only failing is that it has a most peculiar hood which is about three times as large as my head and flops over my
face so that I can’t see where I am going. I should really let M&S know about this major design fault. Bright and lovely as it is, I can’t see it keeping me warm enough as the temperatures plummet. Into the hall cupboard with it!
I don’t remember the Winter of 1947, being either unborn or too young to care, depending on whether we are talking about the start of the year or the end of the year.
I do remember 1963 when the snows came and my cousin, June, who had come to stay for a few days, couldn’t get back home for a couple of weeks. When we lived in Kent we were used to heavy snowfalls and dicey journeys to and from work and school;
since we moved to Sunny Worthing we have been remarkably fortunate to be sheltered from the worst of wintry weather. Is all that about to change?
of the Darling Daughters is holidaying in Cyprus and sending daily photos home via Facebook of family breakfasts in the sunshine round the hotel pool. We are not at all envious. Well, not a lot. Though looking at these sunny shots makes us feel
colder than ever.
Last winter Mr B said we should make sure we didn’t suffer from the cold. We would turn on our lovely new gas fire whenever the cold
winds blew. That was before he received the bill for the first quarter of this year and embarked on a strict economy drive.
Now I am under strict instructions
not to turn on the fire until my fingers are frost-bitten. OK, so that is a bit of an exaggeration but only a bit.
Looks like my winter coats - both of them
– are about to come in useful.