Twas on a Tuesday Morning

The spirit of Flanders and Swann was (almost) invoked this morning as not one but three gas vans arrived outside the house to do something or other - it did seem to involve both digging holes and (somewhat alarmingly) standing around smoking.  I expect they'll be back again tomorrow....

On a more positive note I had a fab morning talking about the Arctic and Antarctic to kids at one of the local primary schools - they were very concerned about whether I'd ever had frost-bite, and if I still had all my fingers and toes.

4520 (corrected number!)