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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Ashes to...uhm... Britain, apparently.

Who hasn't yet heard about the infamous ash cloud? No, I'm not going to tell you yet another story about a weird friend. I'm refering to the great, big cloud of ash that was created by the vulcanic eruption in Iceland.

All the experts agreed that the thing was headed our way. There were news bulletins on the latest developments several times a day. It would be here on Monday, they said. It was huge, they said. It might hover for months, they said. It was filled with glass particles, they said.

Or as my mother once put it: glass articles. I was all set to stand outside on the lawn with my arms out, hoping for new coffee cups.

Monday came and went, and there was no sign of the ash cloud. I sat in the window all day, waiting, staring at the different clouds to see if any of them looked like it might have ash in it. I did see one that looked exactly like Kermit the Frog and one that almost resembled a cow, but no enormous, hovering vulcanic cloud. Turns out the thing decided to go bother someone else.

I feel a bit cheated, to be honest. I've never seen an ash cloud. And it had been a really slow week. Oh well, maybe next time..

3 comments:

Ingerid Margrete said...

Sounds like you had a great day, though!

Jazz said...

Personally I would've preferred candy bowls over coffee cups, but that's just me.

Mr G said...

I'm glad you're not buried under a pile of ash. I'd miss you :D