Well as you can imagine, the best laid plans were totally sideswiped by the massive snow dump we had in the South of England here yesterday…… I am still here and should be in Glasgow visiting my ill mother and poor exhausted father. However the thought of driving 400 miles in those conditions yesterday or today don’t fill me with a lot of joy! I am so glad we made the decision to stay put.
Last night my friend Jacqueline and her husband Paul arrived with their son and two dogs after a marathon nine and a half hour car journey from just up the road in Bedfordshire! I knew they were making a journey to Watford yesterday and I casually suggested they might want to drop in here afterwards and have dinner and stay the night. So they shoved the dogs in the car with everyone else and we are all jolly glad they did. When they finally arrive last night after their journey they were exhausted and starving!! Just in time for the Strictly Come Dancing Final……(can’t believe Pamela Stevenson didn’t win…..) and some dinner that had been sitting in the Hostess Trolley (yes I do own one of them, and they are the best thing ever, so don’t knock it till you’ve tried it as they say) for a couple of hours……
Why do we always lose the plot in the UK when the weather gets bad? It happens every year and we always get caught out? Well at least it’s the holidays and I don’t have to wrestle the kids into weather appropriate clothing for the walk to school tomorrow. Fliss was really upset yesterday when I told her she couldn’t go out and make a snowman in her Tinkerbell costume and clippy cloppy sandals….. Seriously, you should have seen her. She agreed to make a concession by putting a t-shirt on underneath the Tinkerbell outfit at one point and I was getting so annoyed that we were getting danger close to me actually letting leave the house like that, just to see her face as she ran back into the house after about 30 seconds when she realised just how blooming cold it was!!!!!!!!
When she eventually did leave the house, the snow was so deep that it was coming in over the top of her wellies and she stood in the middle of the street and screamed her head off while I was frantically trying to scrape enormous clods of snow from Lola who resembled a small Yeti and was having difficulty moving as the frozen snow had rendered her little legs useless!!!!!!
After that I went back into the house and opened a bottle of wine………….
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