Tonight in Dublin for me is a big let down after being led on so to speak...
Its kinda like you are in a bar and when you first arrive to get a drink, a cracking looking blonde smiles over at you (lets say, FI). You have a couple of drinks and exchange a few more nods and smiles at the blonde (moving into the more reliable timeframe)...
The night progresses and eventually with some dutch courage you go over and start chatting (into 24hr faxes now). Getting on well and thinking I might be lucky here and score, and what a beaut she is, like something I haven't had since the mid '90s (old times nostalgia)...
Last orders are called in the bar and the blonde suggests walking her to a taxi which you happily agree to (some media ramping now, looking good)...
At the taxi rank and she then asks would you like to come back for coffee (Met issue alerts, talk of significant and accumulations + big Red Warning triangles on their charts)...
Bit of banter in the taxi with the blonde, getting on well and nearly back at her place (into the final hurdle now and watching temps/radar like a hawk)...
Taxi pulls up and you hop out (after paying of course) and stroll towards the beauts place...she then says she feels a bit sick and dizzy (temps marginal, lows heading the wrong way and not looking as intense)...
Head on anyway into her place and stick on the kettle, being a gent suggest she takes a seat and you will make the coffee...she sits down looking fairly pale but you clutch a few straws and tell yourself she will be fine after a coffee (willing the temps to drop but 2c with 0 DP is not looking good, also the low has stalled sth of you)...
Coffee made, head back into the sitting room and sit down beside her. Seems to be sleeping so tap her on the shoulder and tell her the coffee is ready...she makes a poor effort to take a sip of the coffee but just about manages before finally puking on the sofa and knocking the coffee from your hand and onto your lap, a nice burning sensation which sobers you up pretty quickly and you then realise its not going to happen. (light precip outside, falling only as rain, temp up to 3c)...
Walking home after throwing a blanket over what was a beaut and to be something that only happens every ten years, you realise that it just wasn't going to happen this time and maybe next week will deliver the goods (back into FI)..
Just thought I would share that with you all before I retire to my bed, a defeated snow starved Dubliner
Enjoy your snow, whoever gets it