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The Metoffice is NO LONGER MY FRIEND. Excuse me, that last forecast did NOT say "SNOW OVER THE ENTIRE TAY VALLEY AT 12.00."
The plan was to fly to Cumbernauld (not very far) and have lunch there today, but I wimped out about 5 minutes outside the circuit when the visibility dropped to about 3 km at 2500 feet and it was snowing inside the cockpit. God, I hate it when that happens. I went scurrying back to Perth and landed in considerable murk. It was very weird weather; forecast clear, and the airfield where I was headed had said they had clear skies when I called to tell them I was coming, yet as I walked out to the plane I thought, geez, if I didn't know any better I'd say it was about to snow. The airfield staff at Perth agreed that it was impossible to tell what the cloudbase was just by looking--it could have been 1000 or 4000 feet; you could see the sun shining through the cloud, as though it were fog. There was no wind. Someone had taken the plane out earlier without any hitch.
It's not major snow, just flurries, but sheesh. I don't do snow. It is nice to fly over, not in.
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In other news....
Apparently we offered to babysit a rabbit for a year while the owners travel around the world on their honeymoon. They are bringing it here on Easter weekend (I think this is very funny). It is probably a good way to acquire a pet, since the couple's parents, our neighbors, will look after it whenever we go away, and we won't need to feel guilty about asking them. I was thinking maybe we'd keep it a secret from the weasels--or drop dorky hints like, "The Easter bunny is coming to live with us!"
in still other news....
A friend of mine who has a boy in Mark's first grade class wanted to know if it was true that I was planning a sleepover for Mark, Joe, Kira, Vicky and Benjamin this weekend. Apparently Mark has been taking everyone's breakfast orders. Needless to say I have already told Mark this is NOT HAPPENING!
It is still snowing.
The plan was to fly to Cumbernauld (not very far) and have lunch there today, but I wimped out about 5 minutes outside the circuit when the visibility dropped to about 3 km at 2500 feet and it was snowing inside the cockpit. God, I hate it when that happens. I went scurrying back to Perth and landed in considerable murk. It was very weird weather; forecast clear, and the airfield where I was headed had said they had clear skies when I called to tell them I was coming, yet as I walked out to the plane I thought, geez, if I didn't know any better I'd say it was about to snow. The airfield staff at Perth agreed that it was impossible to tell what the cloudbase was just by looking--it could have been 1000 or 4000 feet; you could see the sun shining through the cloud, as though it were fog. There was no wind. Someone had taken the plane out earlier without any hitch.
It's not major snow, just flurries, but sheesh. I don't do snow. It is nice to fly over, not in.
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In other news....
Apparently we offered to babysit a rabbit for a year while the owners travel around the world on their honeymoon. They are bringing it here on Easter weekend (I think this is very funny). It is probably a good way to acquire a pet, since the couple's parents, our neighbors, will look after it whenever we go away, and we won't need to feel guilty about asking them. I was thinking maybe we'd keep it a secret from the weasels--or drop dorky hints like, "The Easter bunny is coming to live with us!"
in still other news....
A friend of mine who has a boy in Mark's first grade class wanted to know if it was true that I was planning a sleepover for Mark, Joe, Kira, Vicky and Benjamin this weekend. Apparently Mark has been taking everyone's breakfast orders. Needless to say I have already told Mark this is NOT HAPPENING!
It is still snowing.