Well can't have it, but we can have snow in April instead. The best bit about the snow, The Boy declaring this morning that he was going to get dressed because he wanted to make a snowman. The Boy, getting dressed, on a Sunday, without being ordered to has been unheard of in months. If I'd known all it took for him to step out of premature teenager mode was a bit of snow I'd have talked to the weatherman long ago. Other week-end activities included naming the sock-beast who flew all the way from Canada to live in London. After a long group discussion he was christened Fred Magnus Onkey. And a quick thank you to Him Indoors who helped unlock my gmail account.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
6.4.08 22:06
