Other countries must think we’re a bit strange. We kiwis LOVE talking about the weather. I’m not really sure why. At the moment we’re caught in a big storm. This was to be the mother of all storms, and we, in Christchurch, were promised snow. Bigger than ’92. I remember ’92. I was reading the news and weather on the student radio RDU and got a bit bored saying “it’s snowing”. Also, having spent many years in Dunedin I also found it quite laughable that a city with 95% of the population living on a flat area came to a standstill because if it. In Dunedin, a hilly town, it snowed nearly every year, and I can only vaguely remember a stand-still when it was shut-off for 3 weeks in the 70s and I was a mere toddler. Us kids thought it was great and I remember sliding down the hill in the plastic baby’s bath my older siblings turned into a sled!
I got excited about the forecasted snow. So I was hoping for something like this picture… and instead we just got horrid rain. Rain and more rain. But then, there’s the other side of the storm. Living in Christchurch snow really is a double-edged sword. I love the fun of the snow when it starts falling, and the prettiness when it’s like this picture. But it’s the last thing our city needs. We have too many people affected by flooding, broken houses, damp and horrid living conditions after the earthquake. So it’s a relief for those people that the promised snow hasn’t come.
I spent the afternoon in bed, as I had come home with a dreadful migraine type headache and slept on and off for about four hours. I listened to the weather hitting the roof and windows from under my snug duvet and counted my blessings, yet again. The wind started to get up late this afternoon and it’s pretty gusty and wild out there at the moment, so my thoughts are with my fellow Cantabrians, for whom this weather is yet another tough hurdle. Let the sun that is forecast to return on Sunday, come sooner! And I’ll just have to be content with looking at pictures of heavy, cold snow on TV.