Nogbad has written a computer programme that scans my Blips and then sends him a Twitter message, preset to send me a "Hows Things?" tweet. If the next day the programme notices no difference it goes straight up to "Severe Warning Level". I wasn't too surprised when the phone rang this morning with the computer generated words "Please hold on, you are being connected to your physician". Forty minutes later we had put the world to rights and my blood pressure was down to Avalanche Level 3. Thanks as always Doc.

However he couldn't help with the miserable, windy, snowy, cold weather nor get me outdoors. Angie braved a ride and even Flash did the whole route. In the late afternoon fell asleep on the sofa only to wake up at 19:30 with Angie gone to her fitness session. Managed to raise myself, wrap up and venture out with the dogs. Flash took two steps, turned around and wanted to go back in. Luna and I persevered in to the dark, stormy, snow/ice rain. Had camera along as intended to Blip something in the village but after 20 mins abandoned that idea when I started having thoughts of Scott.

Turned back home and shot off two photos in to the night, not having a clue what the camera setting was on. This morning the dreaded photography course Week 5 email arrived - didn't open it when I saw the headline "ISO, the final piece of the exposure triangle". During Nigels call had been playing with camera trying to catch snowflakes through the window. Now back home see I had left the camera on 1 Sec. Hence the  blur of car lights in the snow. Sorry nothing better today.

However if you want some local going ons that amused me today:
Today carnival really cranks up three notches as it's Fat Thursday. The wiki explanation in English is horribly incomplete but gives an idea. In the Bavarian sub region of Austria, the Vienna Opera Ball, shown live on TV. It's cult viewing a bit of Queens Birthday Parade, Eurovision Song Contest, Oscars, Last Night of the Proms. Difficult to take too seriously with TV cameras searching the VIP boxes for the "Best Butox Job 2016".
When the guest of honour, HE Finnish Ambassador, turned up, he was interviewed by TV.
TV:  "HjsdwjnddjhhdkjdkjdkdS" (Finnish for Welcome)
HE:  "Zdjhkdjqkdkdkjdkd" (Finnish for thank you)
TV:  "Now I'm finished with my Finnish" and continues in English
The presentation and waltzing of the 180 debutante couples has become a good source of income with lots of "foreign looking" faces. Have to watch it hoping former boss will appear - he isn't answering my tweets nor posting anything - I suspect he is desperate that no one knows he's there. If he is, it's only because he has to - his last tweet was of a Vienna pub on 2 Feb watching The Liverpool football game.

The TV satire prog I mentioned last week, did another lovely rport from our area, more accurately Tochterpleach's hunting ground. Maria Rain, a 400 soul pilgrimage hamlet on the edge of the alps, dying off as the snow tourism melts yearly with global warming and allergy patients for the "air spa" business is no longer so generously paid for by the NHS. A group of Yogis took over one of the spa hotels and turned it in to a Buddha, Yoga, Meditation etc Center and now attract 10,000 overnight guests a year - all 50+ year old, mainly female, peace loving, mmmmmmm whispering, don't walk on the slug people. Now they want to expand and add a few more rooms. The pub/restaurant owner is over the moon, the other 399 inhabitants are up in arms. We don't want more weirdos simply lying down in the fields in sight of our children in the playground. What sort of example is this for our youth? Never mind the extension, the whole pile should be banned out of the village.

As the presenter pointed out, all empty residential buildings are being more or less compulsory rented by the local authorities to house the refugees and migrants - perhaps they should have second thoughts.