|The Snow Turns To Ice
||[Feb. 9th, 2012|09:52 am]
Our street gets very little sun, and the snow is still with us, now refined into hard, slippery ice. Last night, around midnight, we listened for 15 minutes or more as a guy tried to free his car from the parking place it had been frozen into.|
A lot of the neighbours have fairy lights in their windows for the Prophet's birthday. There's one window that's all blue, another that's all green.
Nakisha came round again last night because her parents had gone missing and weren't answering their phones and she was feeling panicky alone in the house. We managed to locate her mother. She'd dropped her telephone in a shop, then put the battery back in the wrong way. An uncle is dying, the family is gathering round and Sam had been out, later than usual, running errands for the sister who is feeding them all.