Coldilocks and The Three Brrs

Ahh, isn't it lovely - all that beautiful snow just before Christmas! The world looked stunning as I drove between Aylesbury and Thame today; scenes of purest white. A wander into the town later gave me and my children a chance to enjoy the footprints of little birds in the snow around the church. Somewhere, I am sure I can hear sleigh-bells. 

Yes, it is beautiful. Yes, it is evocative. Yes, it makes me feel like a kid again as I yearn to fling down a slope on a sledge. However ... 

...there are vulnerable people outside our own doors, 'safe at home', who are literally freezing to death - tonight - now.

This is a short post, and more of a challenge wrapped in a plea. I urge every one of you who reads this little offering to pay a visit to just one person that you know who may be living alone, vulnerable to these temperatures - and check that they are ok. Get some shopping in for them, check that all is well and that they don't need medicines, and so on. Do it in the next 48 hours; have a cuppa with them - I am sure the cold is exacerbated by loneliness. They may be the last person you associate with vulnerability, but don't take it for granted.

You might just save their life, and if not that, make their day.

Global Warming

It is great to see yet more effects of Global Warming as I peer out of my window this morning. I am no scientist, but I just wonder whether the Good Lord (aka Mother Nature, perhaps) has it all sorted and whether we mere mortals are really capable of frying the planet. I once read that there is a greater weight of ants than humans on this Rock of ours. Perhaps they 'go eco' (to quote CBeebies!)

So, I am imprisoned in my manse, courtesy of Globally warmed snow, which will turn into globally warmed ice. If I step outside, my lungs will be shredded by globally warmed air and my long fingers turn blue and themselves globally warmed. We might step outside later with the girls, and build a Globally Warmed Precipitation Person.

Or maybe we creatures of our God and King put that stinking great big High Pressure just north of Doncaster 'cos we are that capable. No, I am not a scientist. I am cold in a globally warmed world. And I had to tell my girls that Christmas had ended for another year; they cried.