The Lost Week but a storming weekend

A lost week, in the sense that much of our area shut down because of snow. While the press focussed on England's fail world cup bid and the Wikileaks scandal, the bulk of the population talked SNOW and how major parts of the country became all but paralysed.

Fortunately on Saturday morning the great thaw began. Our road had been clearly a day earlier because of the preparations for the village Victorian Evening, a somewhat more low key event this year I felt.

Struggling with another mancold, I woke up several times during the night, but thanks to the blackberry and twitter I was able to keep up to date with the test score from Adelaide. I thought back to the days of my youth when I went to bed with a transitor radio so I could hear commentary from Australia. On saturday morning I got up in time to see England go past Australia's first innings score for only the loss of two wickets.

I struggled the morning and dropped the idea of making the start of the Climate Change rally & March. My original aim was to go to Hyde Park and then slip away to Arsenal in time for kick off. London transport was at its weekend worst and I went straight to Arsenal. The first twenty minutes Arsenl could have scored five but settled for just one, then Fulham equalised. It seemed yet another home game where needless points would be dropped, but with 13 minutes remaining, Sammi Nasri beat two men and scored from an acute angle. Nasri had earlier scored a contender for goal of the season. Leaving the stadium the chant of "we are top of the league" went up, but still a long way to go.

Listening to all things DBT and Jason Isbell, and dipping into 1980s Steely Dan - "they call Alabama the Crimson Tide, call me Deacon Blue"