Well, not as much as we had in April 2008 when we had three feet of the stuff.
This was Maggie’s first encounter with it, and she was not impressed.
We’d woken up on Easter Sunday, pulled back the curtain, and everywhere was as fresh and clean as virgin bed sheets. Everyone’s garden looked the same, white and flat.
I was so excited, I rang my Mum who was more than a little sleepy eyed, and they had nothing down south! She thought I was joking, but when I received her letter later in the week she said she’d seen it on the weather reports and was quite anxious about us!
Hubby and I went out and made a snowman, sitting him on top of our car. I took a photo and used it for my first batch of handmade Christmas Cards. It was what I’d call ‘my over zealous period’ where I stuck on everything conceivable, so my snowman was a little grotesque with his blue tinsel dreadlocks which apparently had become detached when Mum opened the envelope. Mum said she’d had a good laugh at that.
Whilst it’s nowhere near as deep, we do have white roads and slippery pavements.
At 4 am, the heating kicked in, so temperatures had fallen considerably.
The confusing thing is, the sun’s out, and I’m practically getting a tan as I sit here in my corner by the window.
The irony here is if you look close enough, there’s snow in this picture which was taken last November!
Ho hum.
Onward with the day.
