Back in 2009 or so, when we had a bad winter (the one where people stuck at John Lewis in High Wycombe stayed overnight) I remember going to retrieve our car from the road where my wife had abandoned it in order to walk home. I looked up the road at all the cars abandoned at odd angles and the piles of snow and took a mental snapshot. A summer or two later it was over 30 degrees C and I was on the same road. I took another mental snapshot and contrasted it with the cold winter scene. This is my mental snapshot of the Situation. It's a bit like the time when I opened a double glazed window outwards on the first floor (US - second floor) and it fell out. My instincts kicked in and I managed to not drop it. Then my instincts said to my slower conscious brain - I've caught it, now you've got to do something with it. So there I was holding this heavy window out over the empty space below and I had to get it back inside. The instincts have done their bit, albeit in slower tim
Yeah, er.... stuff.