Pia bites

This week was enjoyed despite, or maybe because of, Storm Pia. Winds of over 70mph around much of the country. Mostly caused by trees waving their naked branches in the air, if I can believe my eyes. Extensive damage was caused in the Northenden area.

Several bins had been blown over. At least, near where we live, the bins were empty by the time Pia struck. But just a few streets away, bin contents were dispersed, strewn and blowing across the road, making the refuse collectors’ jobs that much harder.

It wasn’t much fun walking in the strong winds, but at least it was mild. Even in the deepest woods, you could feel and hear the gales as they went about their business, infiltrating into every gap.

On one road near us, a tree was blown over and, fortunately for the residents, it just blocked the road rather than destroying a house.

One thing we’ve noticed this year is that far fewer houses have been decorated with lights and other Christmas ornaments. Even the house over the road that’s always had a big display has nothing this year. I hope this is for econonic reasons rather than illness, sad though that would be, too.

I walked over to the final Makers’ Market at Didsbury. Everybody was there. Every stall had a queue. I didn’t even buy a coffee. And, sadly, I didn’t buy anything to eat either. Nor any of the craftwork that was on offer. I don’t know why I went, really, but it was good exercise.

Meanwhile, Liesel is still in Anchorage. Mom is settling well into the new apartment now and Monica went round and kindly and professionally hung several pictures on the wall.

It’s been unusually mild here, despite Storm Pia, and it’s much colder in Anchorage. And there are tonnes of snow. Liesel took advantage of the opportunity and went skiing for the first time in many years. She had a good time in Talkeetna for a couple of days, with Jyoti and Diana and Jim. Apparently, skiing is just like riding a bike, you never forget. Best of all, Liesel didn’t fall over at all.

As a follow-up to last week’s GP appointment, I had to return to the surgery to see a nurse. And for the first time ever, at any GP surgery, there was nobody else in the waiting room when I got there. It was really hard deciding where to sit. Usually, I choose a seat that’s as far away from all the other coughing, sneezing, wheezing patients as possible.

It’s the last week of the school term and I think the wind was getting to William too. I don’t think he deliberately set out to start a new fashion trend, but maybe he has the right idea when it comes to headwear.

Well, the wind’s died down a bit but when it rains, it still sounds like someone’s throwing buckets of water at the windows. Under such conditions, I find it too easy to not go out, but stay in and do something useful. Or something fun. The annual shredding of the paper has begun. Something else to tick off the long, long to-do list.

After the Winter Solstice, the amount of daylight will slowly increase day by day, and that always lifts the spirits. But then, in a couple of weeks, we’ll be plunged into a really cold spell, which of course does the exact opposite.

This week’s Wythenshawe Radio show consists of two hours of (mostly) Christmas songs. It’s a safe zone for players and aficionados of #Whamageddon. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve heard Wham’s song Last Christmas, but I guess it’s good news that after 39 years, it’s finally number 1 in the charts! Anyway, as I was saying, my Christmas Show: you can listen to it here.

Liesel and I would like wish all our readers a wonderful, Merry Christmas, and all the very best for 2024. And isn’t it good to know this will be the last Christmas with a nasty Tory government for a long, long time.