What could be more exciting for a five year old (and forty year old) then a day filled with snow...and a mum willing to be dragged all over the place, uphill and down (literally) on the back of a sledge.
Here for two days - melting the next.
Sorry for the silence this week - I'm really just popping my head in to say 'hi'. I'm tired and run down, working on automatic pilot just to get through the week. I've slept all day (and night) for the past two days and all I really want to do is curl up under a blanket in front of the fire and read until something more exciting comes along...like more snow.
The same old can be so boring sometimes. I feel change could be on the way.