Today I'm faced with another day at home with all five children. Part of me doesn't mind, really, but a tiny party, with quite a loud, insistent voice, reminds me often that this will be the third week when I've not had any time to myself. And no, I can't hear those violins.
Still, it's a small price to pay. I suppose. At least they are all happy. Well, except for the little one because he soon gets too cold and, let me tell you, stumbling home carrying him in deep snow is not fun. For either of us.
Me, attempting to sledge, watched by Fat Dog
Luckily we stopped at a friend's en route who warmed him up with a blanket, hot milk and a chocolate biscuit so we could at least carry on our short, but oh so long, journey with him walking and not whimpering. You have to find the joy where you can some days.
I have to say, I was very excited when we stepped out, en masse, to trudge around in the snow. It was a bit like Christmas only without the presents or lovely food but with snow. Actually, re-reading that it wasn't really like Christmas at all.
I mean, we were all home and there were no cars going past. That was odd. We didn't even use a lead for Fat Dog. So we trudged to a gently sloping hill not far away, but might as well have been the moon. And the home-made sledge we had wouldn't work because the snow was too deep.
Every time it snows (which is a bit too often these days for my liking) I think why didn't we buy a proper sledge? Now, of course, they'll be as rare as rocking horse poo.
Still, it's given us all something else to moan about for a while (and yes, I think schools do need to close. It is inconvenient but how, exactly, is everyone supposed to get to and from the places safely? I don't have a 4x4 nor snow chains and I doubt many people do.)
The village shop looks like it's been robbed, all the shelves are empty, the only vehicles going past are tractors and tonight, it's supposed to freeze. I'm sure there's something positive inthere, oh yes...er....at least the children are happy.
