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Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?

...The look of apprehension on young Henry's face tells much of the tale. Elmo put on a brave front, but even the ever present positive vibes that emanate from the furry red gem could not dispel the facts as they emerged.

Our pleasant jaunt was beginning to turn into a nightmare.

You must understand the sub-Antarctic tendencies of Mount Wellington. As if aware of our insolence, the mountain struck back.

The fact that we set out on a fine and clear day mattered not a jot. Nor, it seems, did the fact that we sit smack bang at the height of our summer.

No, these "facts" (and how I spit out that word here today), were of no consequence to the mountain, nor the gods of nature themselves. For, as ye shall see below, nature had one of her brutal ripostes up her sleeve.

A snowstorm!

To be continued...


Tash said…
What??? Gimme shelter.
CrazyCow said…
WOW, a snowstorm in summer! Nature is ignoring the facts here too - we are in the middle of summer, and every day is overcast and cold. Although no snowstorms!

Note to Mother Nature: This is certainly not a complaint, merely an observation. If it weren't for the clouds and refreshing rain, we would all be baking.
Julie said…
Good heavens - similar topsy turvey here! Yesterday was hot, close and nearly 35C. Today it is cold - 23C. That is cold after 34! I wished I had thought to blame everything on my kids. I might start now and see how long I get away with it - before I am put into old folks home, that is.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, thankfully they have some up there!

CrazyCow, it's a MADHOUSE!

Julie, I blame the Welsh.

Or spiders.

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