Well, Mr B was proved right, much to his satisfaction. We woke this morning (as he had predicted we would) to steady snow-fall and a garden swiftly turning into our very
own Winter Wonderland.
I have to say I have never been so glad to be a retired lady of leisure, with no need to (i) battle through the elements to get to
work; (ii) spend the day looking out of the office window worrying if I will get home in one piece; and (iii) battling back to the safety of home. Instead I could stay, all cosy at home with Mr B for company, enjoying the views from our window but not venturing
over the doorstep except to visit the recycling bin.
My Little Welsh Boys have been much more industrious. Sam’s school was one of only five schools in the
whole of the Cardiff area which was still open for business today. And the teachers, bless them, made it worth their pupils turning up by organising a Snowman Competition among all the classes, judged by the Head Teacher, no less. Class 2 (Sam’s class)
won, to his enormous pride and pleasure. And as if one snowman was not enough, at home he and brother James made not one but two snowmen in the garden as well as any number of snow angels in the snow. I know all this thanks to the Wonders of Skype, every Absent
Nanna’s favourite piece of new technology.
Ah, snow angels. I loved the story posted by my god-daughter, Pip, on Facebook today. She has an Australian work
colleague who is incredibly excited at her first sight of snow. Pip was planning to take her Aussie friend up onto the roof so that she could make snow angels for the very first time in her life. Ah, bless! Can you remember the first
time you made a snow angel?
In fact, looking at all the photos of Fun in the Snow, the tobogganing and the construction of snowmen and the snowball fights - and
thinking about Sam and his Top Of the Classes Snowman – I am feeling quite envious. I need to be out there. I need snow boots and a spade. And a large carrot for a snowman’s nose. I need to be digging and delving...
The trouble is, I am daunted just at the thought of trying to copy the two most pictured snowmen of recent months. There was, if you remember, the Hopeless Romantic Snowman of the John Lewis advert
who journeyed through the worst of weather to buy his Loved One a scarf and a pair of gloves. He should have tried Click and Collect. I can thoroughly recommend it, having taken possession of young Morgan’s Laugh & Learn Puppy in record time and
requiring only a quick trip to Waitrose on the Pulse bus. But that aside, could I ever succeed in fashioning a snowman with his demeanour, his air of derring do, his coal eyes glowing with love for his Snow Girlfriend?
Then there was the Snowman in the updated film version of the children’s classic. Who came complete with the totally adorable addition of a Snow Dog, for heaven’s sake. OK, so there
was no Aled-of-the-piping-voice walking in the air. But when your master card is a Snow Dog of quite irrepressible bounciness, you know you are onto a winner. How easy would it be to build a Snow Dog, I wonder?
I’m not sure I can do this alone. Where are my Little Welsh Boys when I need them!?