Yes, you read that correctly. Snow. In England. In November. Ridiculous, really. It has been SO cold! However, it has been a blessing today because it meant we all stayed in and didn't go anywhere. Missy has a dreadful cold all of a sudden, and didn't sleep well last night, which meant no-one did, and a day at home was just what we all needed. She relaxed with everyone, and was remarkably good, for a wee scrap with streaming nose, and little red eyes, poor baby.
I popped out this morning for bread and milk, and Peter and Glynis came for tea this afternoon, and other than that we had an indoor day. Glynis, Missy and I wiggled about to the CBeebies dance - Missy thought our geriatric wiggles were spot on - and she demonstrated her cooking, climbing and drawing skills. Actually, we all just enjoyed playing with toys, really.
A roast dinner and apple crumble rounded the day off, and Ann, who is also suffering from the same cold as her daughter, headed for bed early, followed by everyone else. And me? Well, I sat down around 7.30pm and fell asleep, and have just roused myself to make some coffee and to try to iron out the kinks in every part of the old bones. I am sitting here with a blanket round my shoulders, and a recession heater on my lap, and will be heading for the land of nod very soon.
If there had not been snow, we would have gone out this morning. And the day would have been different. I hate the fact that the two girls are not feeling great, but hopefully tomorrow they will be a little better. And having them at home with me was lovely. I am also extremely thankful that the house has been lovely and warm, and that when the little heater in my kitchen died, it just so happened that Peter and Glynis had a spare one they needed to find a home for, now that they have a new central heating system in place. The timing was perfect! See? Things happen for a reason, don't they......