Well, more ice than snow, really. Not much time this week for serious blogging, so instead here is a cautionary tale for all of you out there, dear kind, gentle readers, as the frosty mornings set in.
I was bought one of those insulating frost sheets you put across your car’s windscreen, so that when you leave for work in the morning (or leave work in the morning if you are on the night shift) you have a wonderfully clear and frost free windscreen and can set off in minutes. Super.
One evening, as the frost set in, I decided to make use of the sheet, with the idea that I could grab a few extra moments in bed in the morning rather than have to get up early to scrape my car. This involved a bit of jiggery-pokery at first, as I tried to jam either end of the sheet inside the front doors of my car, without also trapping part of my hand. Finally successful, I retired to bed, and looked forward with a certain smugness to my swift departure the following day.
During the night, I surmise, the weather did something like this; there was an initial downpour, which covered all the cars on my street in a thin veneer of rainwater; this duly froze as the temperature dropped below freezing; there then followed a change in the weather, a warm front and a thaw, so the ice on the cars had melted by the time I was ready to leave for work.
I left my house on the last minute, as I had prepared to do, and noticed all the frost-free cars parked along my road. Clearly I had put the frost sheet on in vain, but no matter I thought; I had not lost out on anything.
I approached my car and pulled off the frost sheet; or at least I tried to. It was stuck fast. I pulled again and slowly, gradually, I peeled the sheet from the car. It seemed that, during the night, when it rained, the water had fallen and flowed behind the sheet, where it had frozen, as on every other car. Then, however, as the temperature rose, the insulating nature of the frost sheet had prevented the ice on my car from thawing; as a result I now had a 2 centimetre thick covering of ice across my whole windscreen. Thanks to my special “frost-defying cover sheet” I was now the only person on my street who had to scrape their car that morning. Correction; I didn’t just scrape it, I had to hack at it and chip away at the ice, it was that thick. God alone knows what my neighbours thought, seeing me clearing ice from my car when there was not a hint of frost anywhere else on the street.
The moral of the story, of course, is don’t buy one of those evil devices; unless it is a present for someone you really don’t like. Perhaps that is how I came by mine?
Unless something weird happens, this will be my last post before Christmas, so have a good one. In the meantime, read this from Harry’s Place; a series of mock Christmas articles supposedly from well known journalists and other bloggers. Plenty of chin-stroking fun as you congratulate yourself on recognising their individual styles. Take care.