So snow was a no show for us this time. My kids kept me updated throughout Tuesday on what a variety of weather forecasts were predicting, their excitement rising by the hour with promises of 2 hours of heavy snow on one site.
But then as afternoon turned to evening the forecasters withdrew their promises one by one, downgrading us to sleet or plain old rain. Visions of snowmen and sledging snatched cruelly away, my kids grumbled their way to bed, knowing that come the morning there would be no excuse for a bonus day at home.
In the end we did get some snow, a smidge, a smatter, half a tea cup full of sleety stuff. It snowed and hailed simultaneously – snailed you could say. Then it thundered too. I don’t think it could quite decide what to do, but what it certainly didn’t do was blanket us in crisp white stuff.
I tried to make the kids laugh with suggestions of building Rainman, but they had neither heard of the film or even of Dustin Hoffman so it was lost on them.
We did get a beautiful sunrise on the school run, but you have to be older to appreciate their beauty I think. Max moaned it was in his eyes and Syd took to hiding entirely under a blanket for the duration.
They are starting to lobby me to move North where snow may be more regular. Scotland looks lovely and the house prices are certainly more reasonable, but to upend ourselves from one end of the island to the other merely in pursuit of Olaf and his buddies and perhaps a spot of tea tray surfing seems a little extreme to me.
The lack of snow is probably partly my fault, after all I did buy a sledge in 2012, so is it any wonder we have had no decent snow since?! So my plea is to weathermen, don’t mention the snow unless you are going to give us a cast iron guarantee that we will be whooping down hills on sledges the following morning, we just can’t take the disappointment,
Love Miss Cisco XXX