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I'm dreaming...
Dec. 24th, 2009 10:02 pmEarly this morning, by which I mean around 10am, I was tucking into tea and toast and marmelade. My parents were out in the cold, cold snow collecting the butchers' order. I sent forth an sms, because I'd forgotten to ask a favour: please could they bring me five Brussel's sprouts.
( They're obliging sorts )
I'm not sure I can remember a proper white Christmas before. It made the journey north last night rather more exciting (and time-consuming) than normal, as the band of falling snow seemed to be travelling north at about the same speed as a car in a snowstorm could travel north. It certainly made this afternoon's short walk round to the godparents' to swap presents harder work than usual, and makes the prospect of driving anywhere distinctly unappealing.
Not that that puts me off snow, of course. It is a well-documented fact that I love snow. Even driving up the A1, peering between the flakes and trying to stay approximately in lane, I could be heard squeaking "ooooh, snow!" Even today's slippery slidey walk was worth it for the snowmen, sparkling vistas, and rather curvaceous snow woman passed on the way.
The friends I usually go out with on Christmas Eve are variously not in Darlington this year, or under a baby. So I'm all tucked up in the warm. Any minute now, I shall sort myself out a glass of wine and wait for QI to start.
( They're obliging sorts )
I'm not sure I can remember a proper white Christmas before. It made the journey north last night rather more exciting (and time-consuming) than normal, as the band of falling snow seemed to be travelling north at about the same speed as a car in a snowstorm could travel north. It certainly made this afternoon's short walk round to the godparents' to swap presents harder work than usual, and makes the prospect of driving anywhere distinctly unappealing.
Not that that puts me off snow, of course. It is a well-documented fact that I love snow. Even driving up the A1, peering between the flakes and trying to stay approximately in lane, I could be heard squeaking "ooooh, snow!" Even today's slippery slidey walk was worth it for the snowmen, sparkling vistas, and rather curvaceous snow woman passed on the way.
The friends I usually go out with on Christmas Eve are variously not in Darlington this year, or under a baby. So I'm all tucked up in the warm. Any minute now, I shall sort myself out a glass of wine and wait for QI to start.
