Construction

Who would be a construction worker in weather like this, when a train of snow showers roars in from the west.

His Lordship was wondering on similar lines why the weather always worsens on a Wednesday, preventing him from trudging up his beloved hills, even though it wasn't so much the hills that worried him but the road to them being blocked by feet of predicted snow.
You can imagine his relief when the early sunshine in Edinburgh gave way to the later snow showers and he realised that he had made a sensible decision.

With my girlie luncheon party particularly arranged for a day when he would be absent, it seems he will now have to barricade himself behind the Door to avoid being caught up in any of our chatter. He has consented, though, to having a bowl of soup and some crusty bread delivered to him at an appropriate time.