A few times a month we venture into the big city.
Sheffield is a big city, 600,000 is big, only 6 cities in Russia have a higher urban population than Sheffield.
It normally coincides with a needs must situation and yesterday was one of them, a visit to the opthamology dept in the hospital proved Astrid has thankfully not got glaucoma so we decided to drop down into the city to Waterstone’s bookshop.
We can spend hours in there. They used to have cosy little corners where you could read but now you have to go to the Costa Coffee shop in the store, so there’s always the chance of a spilt coffee latte all over a book but it’s their decision. Borders bookshops was so much better in that respect.
It was dark when we got out, around 4ish, some people leaving work but the city was strangely quiet. For some reason, a carousel has been erected in the Barker’s Pool area outside John Lewis and adjacent to the cenotaph. It was quite colourful.
It was a beautiful morning when we woke, you can see the view from our kitchen window at 8.30 and then again at 10am. What a difference eh? Same potting shed roof but the bird has long since found shelter no doubt.
It’s slowed down a bit now but by ‘eck it didn’t half come down, big half crown sized snowflakes.
An old saying in Sheffield used to be, “If only every snowflake was a sixpence, we’d be able to afford the rent!”
They must have had a Tory Govt back then as well.