That Was The Year That Was: February

February is always a very busy and very enjoyable month for us, containing as it does my birthday and a half term holiday. I have now, apparently, reached the age when life begins. I don’t know about that, but it was definitely a case of cake begins. I ate quite a lot of the stuff.

Weekends in London seem to be a rare treat these days, the result of a bit of downsizing as we adjust to living on one salary. All the more reason to make sure we make the most of it. We start as always by saying hello to the river, a ritual that takes me back to my childhood. Then we say hello to the pub 😉

We manage not to buy everything in Borough Market before meeting my Dad for lunch. He amazes us by arriving on time – a most unprecedented event – but continues the tradition of causing a certain amount of chaos, no surprise there then. We marvel at Cirque de Soleil’s performance of Varekai in the splendid surroundings of the Albert Hall before enjoying a late evening visit to Tate Modern and an even later pub meal. Try doing that in Sheffield on a Saturday night…


Mr TLC and I return home from a night out to see a the Hummingbirds Blues Band in our local pub and are surprised to find that we are all shook up. Literally. A small earthquake jolts us around and causes, um, well not not much devastation at all actually. They get very excited about it on Look North though. Mind you, they get excited about anything…

Northern Rock is also generating plenty of media interest and is finally nationalised. As it turned out, that was just a small taste of things to come.


Despite vague misgivings, brought on by a gradual realisation that I am trying to do too many things at once, I return to my French class, determined to finish the course (unlike last term). It’s good to be back and everything goes well, for a while.


South Yorkshire experiences some spectacular weather: freezing air causes rime to appear. It is amazingly beautiful, we all stand marvelling as the early morning sun reflects off this rather unusual morning frost.

A Life of Rime II

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