Seasonal Bloody Musings
Another sharp cold day today. It snowed and hailed yesterday, and everyone got very excited; I think it snows here about as often as it does in England, and you know how manic we get at the merest whiff of a snowflake. Today there's no snow, just the temperature drop.
I was walking through the grounds today, everything quiet, and I noticed this odd noise coming from the trees. Kind of a scratching, scraping, creaking noise. I thought, are the branches rubbing together? Is this a new kind of winter grasshopper? I eventually realised it was the sound of the dozens of squirrels in the trees surrounding me, chewing nuts. There are so many fecking squirrels on campus! They really don't mind the human presence either. I mean, squirrels on the UEA campus are bold, but not enough so you can hear them bloody chewing.
I went to the supermarket today, and they were playing Christmas carols, interspersed with warm announcements about how a particular product of theirs embodies the family spirit of Christmas, and is coincidentally $1.99 off this week. When they started playing Walking in a Winter Wonderland, I almost chewed through my scarf in frustration. The playing of premature Christmas carols in stores is one of my biggest pet hates of all time.
Somehow the impertinence of the squirrels and the terrible music got associated in my mind, and I got very annoyed at them both for encroaching on my own personal winter space. I am just generally feeling grumpy today though. I guess the chompy squirrels were fun.
I was walking through the grounds today, everything quiet, and I noticed this odd noise coming from the trees. Kind of a scratching, scraping, creaking noise. I thought, are the branches rubbing together? Is this a new kind of winter grasshopper? I eventually realised it was the sound of the dozens of squirrels in the trees surrounding me, chewing nuts. There are so many fecking squirrels on campus! They really don't mind the human presence either. I mean, squirrels on the UEA campus are bold, but not enough so you can hear them bloody chewing.
I went to the supermarket today, and they were playing Christmas carols, interspersed with warm announcements about how a particular product of theirs embodies the family spirit of Christmas, and is coincidentally $1.99 off this week. When they started playing Walking in a Winter Wonderland, I almost chewed through my scarf in frustration. The playing of premature Christmas carols in stores is one of my biggest pet hates of all time.
Somehow the impertinence of the squirrels and the terrible music got associated in my mind, and I got very annoyed at them both for encroaching on my own personal winter space. I am just generally feeling grumpy today though. I guess the chompy squirrels were fun.
posted by susie r at 1:47 PM
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My ex-boss at work (the 22st Geordie woman) has, for the past two weeks, had this horrible 35p music box playing Jingle Bells, and is playing it too often (once is too often, but you know). I dislike all this pre-seasonal cheer, it doesn't fit with the world-view a dour Scrooge like myself should have.
I haven't been able to find any Chocolate-stuffed Advent Calenders anywhere at all: my sweet teeth are all moody.
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