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Oh piss off, weather

I do wish there was a genuinely accurate manner with which we could predict the weather – something that wasn’t about as accurate as guessing, or only marginally more accurate than forever saying “tomorrow’s weather will be the same as today’s” (both true, the internet told me so). While it would be nice to know that in four years time it will be 23 degrees on the 17th of June, that isn’t what concerns me right now.

No, what concerns me is getting to Gatwick airport and seeing that they are still running flights, and not intermittently cancelling the route I’m supposed to be flying on Thursday. I keep on checking the weather for some clues as to what will be going on in the area that day, but I know it’s pointless. On average (again, internet), weatherpeople get their predictions right 30-40% of the time. I am no longer a gambling man, bar the brief foray back to the glory days with fake money at work’s Christmas party, so those odds don’t really appeal. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a 60-70% chance the prediction that it will be ‘partially cloudy’ and ‘between 0 and 1 degree through the day’ is utter bollocks.

But I went through this exact same thing last year – I ended up getting lucky, my flight was delayed by about an hour but I got to my destination (the same one again) and shitloads of other people had their flights cancelled. It was similar weather last year. I was catching similar trains, going to the same airport and blah de blah. Probably the only things different are I’m fatter now, I let the hair on my upper lip grow for some ungodly reason and I have Tiny Laptop to entertain me.

So yes, TL;DR: I really bloody hope Anna’s flight tomorrow gets her home okay, and I really bloody hope my flight on Thursday gets me out there okay.

I don’t much care if it knobs up on the way back. Extra holiday!

This isn’t an interesting blog, I’m aware. I couldn’t actually think of anything else because I’m worried. Stupid brain. I do not like uncertainty in these kinds of situations.

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I remember this feeling from last year, seeing as it all happened in a very similar fashion. Let’s take things back to a simpler time: it was known as December 2009 – suddenly! – cold weather struck. We were… unprepared. The greatest minds of our nation had predicted things, they had noticed the air was getting colder – at least colder than it had been a few months before. But they never expected that. How could they? Temperatures plummeted by a few degrees, some frozen rain fell from the sky and the country… well, the country came to pieces.

I was just one man back then, trying to make my way in the world. Some called it a pilgrimage, others said I was a fool to pursue it – but I had to get to the Holy Land of Zurich, even if it killed me. Well, not if it killed me, but I did really want to get there with the minimum of fuss. But the weather. The weather. In the days leading up to my attempted departure, things had been grim. Temperatures had hit the lowest we’d ever seen in and around Gatwick airport – 1 degree, 0 degrees, and at one point I swear it got to -1 degree, but that may just be an urban legend.

But somehow, some way we got through it. Call it luck, call it the indomitable nature of the human spirit – call it whatever you want. It was close, it was frightening and it wasn’t something I wanted to go through again – but we got through it. I got there. After the Attack Of The Weather we promised ourselves it would never happen again. We would never be caught off-guard. We would always be alert.

But it’s happening again. How WEATHER slipped past our keen defences I have no idea, but slip past it has. I’m scared, people. Last time we barely managed to scrape by – I arrived at the final destination on my pilgrimage a whole two hours later than I was supposed to. I don’t know if I can go through that again. The doctor says I suffer from something – PTSD, he calls it – all because of last year’s events.

I can’t go through it again. We should have seen it coming. We should have been prepared.

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Today I got through life – by surviving

Well, after a few days of it being around the rest of the country, the dreaded snowfall finally hit Bournemouth. We hoped it wouldn’t come – we expected our salty sea air would be enough to drive away the vengeance of mother nature. But we were wrong. We placed too much faith in hope, and we were seriously burned as a result.

Though not literally, because it was snow. Not fire.

But somehow, some way, I’ve managed to survive this first day. Day one post-snowgeddon, and I’m still here, fighting. I don’t know how I managed to adapt so quickly, but I guess it’s just another facet of human nature that is so utterly amazing. If you present us a situation, we will overcome. We will thrive. We will go on and push forward, and not even two inches of snow can hold us back.

Pre-day one of SG I was worried. My walks to work – which I started in the summer – had become colder with each passing week. It had already got to the point where I had to wear gloves, lest my fingers get a bit nippy. I was worried for myself, and it may seem selfish but that’s just how people get in extreme circumstances.

And while I survived and I am here post-day one of SG, it hasn’t been easy. I have paid a hefty price. I have lost things I can never get back, seen things I never hope to see again and experienced a side of my own personality I both didn’t know existed and that scared me. The trek to work was treacherous, but the hazardous conditions didn’t hold me back. Don’t let that fool you though, as the toll it took on my time – I arrived five minutes later than normal – means I have lost something I can never have back.

I don’t want to put myself across as a hero, and I know to claim one is humble is to defeat the very nature of humility – but after today, I just have to say it: I am a humble hero. I am worthy of worship. And my shoes are a bit wet.

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