mardi 20 avril 2010
Dust to dust
Sounds biblical, but it wasn't. We got stuck in Brussels, thanks to the Icelandic volcano dust blocking European airspace. And then, when we got back, there was a thick layer of dust in our stairwell - enough to muffle the sound of footsteps. The Italian mason employed by our downstairs neighbours had knocked through a new doorway into the common landing, releasing atomised plaster particles into the atmosphere. We left footprints like the first astronauts on the moon.
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How alarming to be pursued by dust!
RépondreSupprimerThe University just now is divided into those who are stuck abroad, and the rest of us. Not sure who is having a harder time. Meantime it's hard to believe in dust (echoes of Philip Pullman) with such clear skies in Edinburgh:
http://occasionalscotland.blogspot.com/2010/04/edinburghs-ash-cloud-from-23-bus.html