I don’t know about you, but we woke up this morning to a good 6 inches of snow outside! It’s so beautiful to look at, but not so beautiful to work in!
It took us over half an our to de-snow the van and get it out of the drive in the morning. I thought, to be safe, we’d go and set the tables up at our event nice and early in the afternoon so that there was no worry about traffic problems (as there always is when it snows this much in the South of England) and our hosts tonight would have one less thing to worry about.
As it turned out, it wasn’t a problem on the roads at all. Everyone was taking things a bit slowly to be careful, but it wasn’t the mayhem and madness that it was back in February (when my partner managed to spin his car 360 degrees on the M25 10-15 times before he could make it to the nearest junction and try to turn back!)
I confess, I love the snow like a 5 year old. All I kept thinking about when I was out setting up for tonight, was how much I wanted to get back home and make snow angels. Does that make me an idiot? If it does, I can’t help it! I love Christmas, and I love the snow. I wish I’d put a little bet on at the bookies for a White Christmas now. Oh well, I’ll have to console myself by drinking a glass of mulled wine and making a great big snowman in my back garden. (His name is Eric by the way.)
