Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Beware the Ides of March
The title and the topic of this post, I borrowed it from last year. I know the Ides of March have not come yet, but it sure feels like it is going to be nasty until the 15th. In fewer than three weeks now, it is going to be Spring, yet it does not look or feel like it these days: March has been so far all gloom and doom, cold, grey and pretty much unfriendly. Just like when Julius Caesar was murdered, or so I like to think it feels like that time. Two days ago I said I wanted to be go in the middle of nowhere. I still feel like it, or rather I know I will feel like it during the weekend. Today, I felt like staying home, especially when I set foot outside. But if one wants to appreciate a warm home, warm meal and comfort, one has to endure the cold weather, the wind, the unfriendliness of it all. At least I don't have to get stabbed 23 times.