Monday, February 27, 2006

I'm looking up 'how to do a snowdance'

So its been a week since we got back from good old skiing.
The withdrawal symptoms have finally worn off, and I am no longer dreaming of the intricate twists and turns of the probably pedestrian runs we were testing our mettle on. I have no idea what that means, so don't ask.

My wife is planning on leaving me... for three days next week, as she heads off to a Teachers conference in York next week. Fair's fair I suppose since I was away for a couple of days a couple of weeks ago too. No worries. The only unfair bit is that as we wait anxiously for snow in South East England, she's heading up to the Yorkshire region where snow is a menace not a novelty... NO FAIR! I'm sulking.
I'm obsessed with this snow story. I can't wait for it to snow. But not just that slushy wet stuff that melts in an hour... I want the whole covering with blizzards and no school for the week. Bring it on.
Oh well, I'll have to get a post in the Scottish Highlands next time.
But seriously, there is little as much fun as a snowball fight. Except for those errant snowballs that sneak down the neck or land square in the ear... ouch.

But until snow stops play, we have to carry on working... yuck.

I await the arrival of the guy to fix the shower. Not bad, he promised to come today... only 10months after the shower was asked to be sorted. and only 6months after we moved in... sheesh.
Flippen churches.



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