how long would it take for us to notice?

Oh how pretentious of me, I know, I know! But I can’t help asking because the book I am reading is making me ask and I am also contemplating other matters relating to blindness but not in the strictest, most literal sense of the word.

I also have a strong desire to watch Heathers, Moulin Rouge, The Neverending Story and American Psycho - though not necessarily in that order.

Today it snowed.

And so, minus the obvious 2oth century addition of the motorised vehicle, the view from Larkin Building made my University look like something Dickensian (or perhaps ‘Austenian’ as the building you see is more Bourgeouis and less plebian slum you might find down a dark London alley). Of course, the perfect blankets did not last very long and the British tendency for rain meant that by this evening the snow was a snotty mush - yep, I said it - a snotty mush of dirt and ice. Hopefully th eblankets will be out again tomorrow morning and I will build me a snowman of epic proportions (I’m thinking Marshmellow Man size circa ghostbusters 1984).

Searching for ‘Epic Snowman’, I found this -

Sarah, I salute you. And your snowy friend.