Cold?

"Brrr, I think it's getting colder," I overheard a woman tell her friend outside Jerrold's as I walked past. I resisted the urge to say "Colder? Colder? I had to scrape ice from my car this morning in temperatures of minus four. The ends of my fingers were blue and for the first half hour of my 200 mile drive I could see my breath. Don't talk to me about getting colder..." But of course they weren't talking to me about it. So I kept my mouth shut.

But I did manage to tell my tale of sub-zero woe to someone else later in the day. "You're hard," they said and several hours later I'm still not fully clear what they actually meant by that.

St Andrew's - Patron saint of car parking...
I've never had to queue for a car park until today. When I arrived at St Andrew's Car Park ten cars were in front of me occupying three lanes. We all waited patiently and I got to wonder how the ticket machines would know which lane was next. Perhaps it has a sequence 1-2-3-1-2-3.

A car exited and I watched carefully. No one moved. Another car exited. No one moved. Another car exited. No one moved. Another car exited. No one moved. Another car exited and suddenly all three ticket machines spewed out a ticket and the race was on as the first cars in each lane were quickly joined by the next cars. All six heading off to find a parking space as the waiting game began again. A car exited. No one moved. Another car exited...

TV
"You don't have a TV in your flat do you?"
That's right.
"Why is that?"
Because I may be tempted to watch CSI or CSI Miami or NCSI and that way lies madness.
"Nuff said."