Thursday, 14 April 2011

Contain your excitement; it's Wk 3 of Potski Spring Watch...


So, here we are at Week 3 of the Potski Front Flower Bed Spring Watch (note to self; MUST do something about that title).

Sigh.

Here it is.













As you can see, there have been vast improvements since last week. Vast. Spectacular. Look, I'll prove it to you. This week, again:














And last week:













This week:













Last week:













Oh, who am I kidding? There's no bloody change. In fact, there may even be more snow on the ground this week than last...

Sigh.

Time for another Potski reconstruction to alleviate the boredom, then. This week children, we're looking at a classic morning on the highway.

Just another day. Just another day when all the traffic feeds into the left-hand lane of the schosse (get me with my local word for highway) for no other reason than that each car wants to avoid the attentions of the two gentlemen on the left (heaven only knows what uniform they're wearing) and above all, avoid eye-contact with them as they drive to work.















It's well known here that the last - the absolute LAST thing you do when behind the wheel of a car is actually look directly at any semi-official person on the side of the road.














If you do mistakenly catch their eye, you stand a much higher chance of being directed out of the traffic and then encountering the scenario I described in last week's Front Flower Bed Spring Watch... Of course, this may also result in the odd accident when you look so hard in the other direction from the person in uniform that you don't notice the driver in front of you doing the same thing and not spotting you pulling in from the right, but... at least there will be a policeman nearby to deal with the paperwork.

Glass half-full. That's me.

9 comments:

  1. Is that a huge panther/lion/Beast of Bodmin Moor about to kill the policeman?

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  2. Nuttycow, well done! You spotted the wild dog, of which there are around 35,000 in Moscow. Maybe this one is not quite to scale, but still, they can be very intimidating... For that you get the prize of deciding what next week's photo story will be about (as long as it includes cars, lego people, and a wild dog, anyway...)

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  3. Childish!! Happy now?
    Sigh
    Love the pics... very funny

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  4. And here's me thinking - how did she get an aerial view of things? And then I saw the next photo. #face palm

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  5. Ah, that's snow for you. Always buggers up the traffic......

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  6. Frog, yes happy... (heaves contended sigh).

    EPM, well I took the shot from my playmobil helicopter, obviously!

    NVG, don't it just?

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  7. Did I read something recently about how Muscovites are up in arms about a proposed cull of the wild dogs?

    Perhaps next week's should be a re-enactment of the proposed Red Square wild dog hunt...? Complete with babushkas, mysterious uniforms and an embalmed lenin...

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  8. What I love about these Lego re-enactments is the mental picture I get: the Boys are at school, Mr. Potski at work, and there you are, in the quiet of the living room, feverishly arranging Lego and muttering to yourself...(I have no proof that you're muttering or feverish, but you have to admit that it does fit nicely into the scene, doesn't it?)

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  9. PlanB, there's always a cull proposed, and they're always up in arms about it. Until they get attacked and bitten and have to have rabies shots, and 2 of my acquaintances have been...

    MsC, well, muttering? Always. Feverish? Are you suggesting I'm reaching that time of life? And in this case, the Boys were at home on Spring Break so I tried to co-opt them into helping me. No dice; they were far more interested in staying in the warm inside with their DS's than helping me on the front drive in the cold... Apart from that though, you're spot on!

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