Oh Snow, not again....

Posted by Katy Regan at 08:38 on 6 Jan 2010

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Snow, snow, snow, snow.

Nooooooooooo!

Surely I can't be the only miserable git to open my curtains today and groan. What the hell's going on?!  Fergus isn't even excited anymore he's seen so much snow in his lifetime. The main thing is, it means his school is closed AGAIN. I have a novel to complete in a matter of weeks! No childcare equals nightmare, frankly. Snow has become to me nothing more than a childminder who keeps calling in sick:

I wish I could be more positive.  I wish I loved sledging and making snowmen and throwing snowballs, I really do. But I hate it, always have. Was always that kid with their hood up when the snow came, who laughed when the other kids threw snowballs but really was thinking, "when can we stop this boring game go inside and be WARM." The one time I went skiing I got stuck up a slope, burst into tears and demanded a helicopter come and collect me. (as it was I went down on my arse.)

Mmmm. Not really an outdoor pursuits kind of a child.. Was never happier than when I had a book / pen and paper in my hand and was at room temperature at least.

The thing is, I know I have to participate a little for Fergus's sake. I can't pass on my snow-hating tendencies to him. That wouldn't be fair. So, I've decided that if we're going to do this snow thing, we need to do it like a professional, like a Finnish person. I've seen some ski gear in a charity shop. I demand salapettes. Then I'm going to buy a sledge and hit the slopes of Berkhamsted today whether it kills me or not. I'll hate every second of course, but I guess these are the sacrifices we make when we decide to have a child. Martyr? Me? Kill-joy?  Is that what you're thinking? Here's a metaphorical snowball in the face of the lot of you!.

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