Red crocodiles, Wiglet Noshers and other rubbish
Bloody snow. I’m so over it. Go away and let me go out to the shops already. I’ve spent the whole day at home AGAIN. It’s driving me ballistic. I went out and cleared the path only to be told that I could sued if someone slipped on it. How silly – if you’re coming down my path you must be coming to see me, in which case it would be a bit counterproductive to sue me, wouldn’t it? I mean, I’d be all cross and then I wouldn’t want you to visit me any more…
And then there’s the whole school/kid thing. Today, the school was open for year 10 to year 13 only, and then open only from 10am, and then only if they stayed on school property and didn’t go outside. For #1, this all proved far too much information. Apparently, the usual ‘one way systems’ didn’t apply, so they could break the rules (a good thing), but had to walk miles to get to a block that would take two seconds to get to if only they could walk across a teeny bit of playground (a bad thing). All this added to a head already stuffed full of quadratic equations and Shakespeare and tectonic plates… the poor child nearly spontaneously combusted.
Anyway, that first bit’s a bit of a lie as we did manage to walk to Tesco (imagine – a trip that once took up an entire day of driving and now I can walk there in ten minutes), did two crosswords, two loads of washing (another pain in the arse when it’s snowing – ten minutes of snowball fighting leads to a semi-naked pink child standing in the hallway surrounded by piles of soaking wet clothes, who decides to go back out an hour later and wants all his clothes back again) and read my old tweets back for several months (I do talk rubbish – did you know that Wiglet Noshers is an anagram of English Towers?).
Anyway, enough of this moaning. On the plus side, I’ve had a very exciting invitation (more news of this later), ordered some red mock-croc (well surely there can’t be real red crocodiles?) wellies on Ebay (yes, they’re a shameless rip off of the Jimmy Choo for Hunter wellies – and what of it?) and (after more emails, texts and phone calls than you can shake a stick at) finally decided to spend next New Year in a snowy log cabin in Sweden with my family.
Not a bad day then, really…
Ruth
And here is me, buying a 5 bedroom house just so that I would have enough room for you all.
PS We don’t have any snow, here in Canada
… and those wellies … sound great too.
The snow is a totaly load of shite, am so over it, couldn’t get to work yesterday (not a majorly bad thing though) and having to plan to stay in my sisters this week in case we can’t get in again. I am so moving to a warm county or one that can cope with the snow!!
You can’t just say “I’ve had a very exciting invitation but I’ll tell you about it later” and not say any more!!! I want to know!
*jumps up and down impatiently*
Patience, Mrs Eccles, patience.
I am now checking if Wiglet Noshers really is an anagram of English Towers. This is the sort of thing that happens when you are stuck in doors for days on end!
Yup, I was very glad to wave goodbye to my two when the school reopened: ‘bye then!’ *overenthusiastic push in the back*