I didn’t mind it so much before Christmas as it kind of ‘got us in the mood’, even when I skidded the car into a metal fence and needed the assistance of 4 burly builders to save me ( Maid Marion eat your heart out). But AGAIN ????

The 12 yr old is of course in 7^th heaven as he just can’t get to school- and if he could get there he wouldn’t be able to get home. The 7 yr old though has school. Tried driving yesterday and can’t say I enjoyed the experience so we decided to walk through snowy London this morning. Well we didn’t so much walk, as hobble to school. I give walking with caution a whole new meaning  . At one point I was overtaken by a 75 yr old man with a walking stick who floated down the street, whistling- I mean how relaxed was he?? It all came to ahead when I hit a bad patch. The 7 yr old described it as ‘spectacular’. I describe it as painful. I can only say I think I may have performed the first triple axle on concrete. Hey maybe the producers of Dancing on Ice should give me a call- or not!!

P.S- the next person who throws a snowball at me and laughs will face my wrath- Bah Humbug.