Aqua Mansion is now quiet this evening, however it hasn’t been quiet for long. About thirty minutes ago, torrential rain was pounding at the window, which is in complete contrast to the weather warnings we have been issued today. Extremely heavy snow between 3pm and 6pm here in North West England the forecasters told us. I was driving this morning, and even the motorway signs were declaring ‘Warning: Adverse weather forecast for today’.
Yes, it’s been cold. Beyond cold could be a way to describe it, but the kind of warm cold that comes when it snows. Although we had the warm cold without the snow.
When I returned to my car, after leaving it parked in the middle of a slowly filling car park for an hour or so this morning, I was surprised to see icicles hanging beneath it. The driver’s side door (the one I have to use, funnily enough!) was frozen solid, as if some blast of icy cold wind had suddenly blown through the car park and instantly froze every drop of water that was on that side of the car.
The icicles were still there when I returned home, so it must have been cold considering the heat that can come from the engine.
Also, when I returned home, I noticed that the roads and pavements were covered in some kind of white ‘stuff’. Not exactly snow, and not exactly hailstone. I think that as it rained, and as the ground was so cold, the water droplets froze instantly where they touched. And then, as the hail and further raindrops came down, this white covering continued to expand. That’s how my Inner Meteorological Professor described it, and I’m not going to argue with him – I have no idea what he waffles on about half of the time.
It was like walking out onto an ice rink when I set foot on it! I’d parked my car in the courtyard outside of the Mansion, and nearly slid all the way back to where I had come from when I placed one foot onto the ground – or rather, I would have done if my left foot hadn’t remained in the car. I could have had a very nasty accident had my right foot not skidded the instant I stepped out, and my Inner Contortionist took control, and twisted my body to stop me moving any further. Being able to move like that should automatically put me into the ‘professional’ status for an ice dancing championship. I may be feeling this move tomorrow.
I composed my balance, gained my skating legs, and robotically walked into the mansion. My boots are made for walking, but on a good summer’s day. My legs are also made for walking, but they didn’t seem to want to conform with their allotted task this morning in the manner they are accustomed to.
The hours between three and six came and went. The threatened blanket of snow never materialised. And it has now started to rain again. I can hear the heavy raindrops pattering against the window.
Hopefully, the ground will be warmer tomorrow, and I’ll be able to walk as I usually do, and not as a rusty old robot. To look at me walking, it isn’t that much of a difference, but I know myself that it is…
Hope the adverse weather isn’t causing many problems where you are, IF you are experiencing adverse weather, that is…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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