I was looking for cheese and ham. The dialogue was roughly as follows:
Me (shivering): "Hi there, Pablo. How's it going?"
Pablo (helpful shop assistant): "Very well, very well. You are cold, I think!"
Me: "Yeah. The novelty of this weather's wearing off. Mind you, when I was a lad all winters were like this."
Lady shopper: (Asian, wearing headscarf): "Yes, that's what my parents say. They go, 'When we came here 40 years ago every winter was this way'."
Me: "Too right. Youngsters today, they don't know they're born. Why, in my day... (trails off into codger-ish ultra-tedium)
And that was on Monday, before the snow. (I made up that last line, by the way).
I well remember being woken on the morning of 30 December 1962 by my big brother, and looking out the bedroom window to a blanket of snow. I was just turned five and it was a magical time.
My bigger still sister took us sledging with her mates, we trudged about three miles to a hill in the countryside and had a wild time. The thrill of that first sledge ride, the fear at the crash into the hedge at the bottom. I thought every winter was like this.
It was a huge disappointment over subsequent years to discover they are rare events. And there was much sadness when many years later I discovered the sledge hill had been completely removed by the A30 junction with the M5.
Posted by: Peter | January 07, 2010 at 04:05 PM