Snow Day

Here, as you can see, the pressure of pulling two sledges is too much for CarbBoy.

As you can also see, those local wise folk who said the snow wouldn't come to anything will not be listened to again for weather advice.  Why I was listening to advice from folk who see snow every 3 years I don't know - it smelt like snow to me last night...

Anyway, this morning there was maybe an inch of snow, but it was still coming down and not looking like stopping.  'Snow advice' from the high school (which conveniently arrived in yesterday's school bag - clearly they could smell the snow coming too...) said to check the school bus website: if they were running the school was open.  The website at 8.20 (by which time the buses would normally be at school) said they were running.  So off we went.  My neighbour normally takes the kids on a tuesday, but I offered to do it instead - having a 4x4.

The primary school was fully staffed (with one member of staff giddy with excitement that her government inspector was clearly not coming today) but not planning to do any lessons with the half dozen over-excited children in their charge.  The high school said that they still didn't know if the buses were coming, but there would be no demerit points for anyone who went home.

So obviously we went home.

The kids spent the day in a sequence of: play outside, come in to get warm, leave all wet clothes in the freezing cold hall, complain on going outside that the clothes had not been removed by the clothes drying fairies and dried, go upstairs for more clothes.....

And so the end of the day saw a mountain of wet clothes in the hall, and a very tired and happy B family (Mr B remembered too late how exhausting snow ball fights are).

A good day.

Soup for lunch and dinner out.  Mysteriously (I blame the new iPad instead of paper system in the restaurant for taking orders) we ended up with a spare seafood platter.  And there were the comedy couple of blokes (only other customers) who were stumbling drunk when they arrived (that's snow days for you) and set off at the end of the night IN A CAR with a large glass of cognac in hand...  Scary.