Big Freeze
You might be interested to know that I now have a comprehensive(ish) list of thematic tags. I also have a list of books read/bought/mentioned. This may seem like a pointless waste of time to you, but it’s the sort of thing that makes me happy so give me a break.
Yesterday in the space of 90 minutes the roads around Boughton became blighted by snow. After picking Abi up from work we had to enlist the help of a local to push the car up the hill. ‘He’s making you push while he drives?’ said the local to Abi. ‘And I’m six months pregnant,’ she said. That’s just the kind of guy I am.
The news channels are going slightly nuts over this week’s Big Freeze. They’re loving the pure-white graphics, viewers’ photos and excessively apolocalyptic outbursts. ‘Stock up on bread!’ Why, in these circumstances, is it essential to have bread?
Still, we managed to get out in the evening to my friend Mike’s 30th birthday party in Canterbury. Slightly concerned we wouldn’t be able to get back into Boughton, we left early, but it was still a good evening. Then, at home, I most definitely felt our daughter kick me through the medium of Abi’s stomach. After a previously dubious encounter, this one was a definite kick. Quite startling, all in all.
Reading Revolutionary Road, I’m finding more and more that I want April Wheeler’s story to end well, and remembering over and over that it doesn’t. It’s sad. She’s a strong, beautiful character, full of flaws and humanity and heart. She doesn’t deserve her ending.
