The Zen of Hailstones

December 7th, 2011

They wake me at night – they’re pounding the window right now. I’ve been looking at the forecast for the end of the week when I’m booked to go south to sunny Suffolk for the weekend. Yes, there is a jolly yellow thing on the BBC weather page for down there. (Rothesay hasn’t made it on to their new not quite all singing and dancing version – please, no suggestions as to why.)

Short of hiring a helicopter, I’ll get off the island if I can but one of the advantages of advancing age is that you know ‘this too will pass’. At the risk of sounding more philosophical than I actually manage to be all the time, I do get less worked up about my own plans being disrupted. I hate to let anyone else down but then they too have their own version of the zen of hailstones to work out!

Yesterday, I joined two meetings by phone conference because icy roads precluded driving. Business done and still home and cosy.