Jan 31, 2019: Brrr

I had to go to Halifax to collect something this week so, of course, the day I picked to do it was Wednesday.

And so it came to pass that Wednesday morning was snowy and rather than get up and go out in the (very) light snow that we had – taking into account that Halifax always has it worse – I chose, instead, to stay in bed where it was warm.

It was decided that the snow would bring arseholes and numerous delays to the journey which was long enough to begin with. The reasoning made sense, but I think I was equally swayed by the fact that there was no snow in bed at 6.30 in the morning.

And throughout the day I kicked myself for that decision but, equally, didn’t want to start heading over in the middle of the day because the whole thing takes ages and I like to get an early start on it.

So I ended up going this morning.

I think I’d have been better going yesterday.

Because today was cold. Very cold. And when you get a bus at 7am it tends not to have had the heaters going for very long. Or at all. So that wasn’t very pleasant either. My entire journey was broken up into warming stops along the way. Much as I imagine people cross the Antarctic.

I got to Huddersfield bus station and I intended to grab a sausage roll from Gregg’s. Purely so that I could warm my hands on the bag. Needless to say, even at 7.30 in the morning it was cold. Somehow. I mean, how early were they cooked that they were already cold? How long had that Gregg’s been open? Why were the Gods conspiring against me.

So that plan failed.

Instead I sat on the bus to Halifax reading my book with my hands pulled firmly up the sleeves of my coat – just a finger tip poking out for page turning.

And when I’d collected what I went to get, I nipped into McDonalds where I seriously considered defrosting my face by lying a hash brown across each cheek for a bit. And maybe resting my forehead atop my McMuffin. I didn’t do that, but I did spend an overly long period of time in there thawing out and taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi.

Luckily, by the time it came to getting the bus back to Hudderfield, heaters were on full blast and it was nice to travel with all the windows thoroughly dripping with condensation formed from other people’s breath.

And the bus home…

… those heaters on buses make them unpleasantly warm, don’t they. Why are they on all the time?