Guttered
Twice this week I've had to give myself a good slap for worrying about nothing. The first was last week when I was struggling through the hordes of pre-Hogmanay shoppers in a local supermarket and becoming silently indignant when told they had run out of carrier bags.
Ten minutes later I was sitting in the car listening to Newsdrive and rather upsetting interview with an elderly woman in Abderdeen who had been trapped in her home for days - without even milk or bread - because she was afraid to venture out on the icy pavements.
And there was me moaning about having to carry my own shortbread and cherry cake to the car!
Then today, I emerged from the house to see that the build-up of snow and ice had finally brought down much of the guttering on our house...and the house next door...and the house next to that.
The neighbours gathered in the street to survey the damage and tut-tut about the quality of house-building in Scotland these days. We were just getting into our stride when two rescue helicopters flew overhead, on their way to the pad at Raigmore Hospital.
We all fell silent.
"Oh well, I suppose it's just some guttering, " said one of the neighbours and we all went back indoors to call our insurance companies.
Meanwhile, on the radio, fans are calling in to Sportsound to complain about the late cancellation of football games.
Slap, slap, slap.
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