Schools are shut today for the ice and snow.
When I was young we couldn’t get to school if it RAINED, so this whole snow thing is such a novelty. Am having a giggle about that now. When I was ten a tarmac road was built so we could get into town, until then if it rained we had to have “home school.”
Yeah right. “Home make mud pies and piss about,” more like.
So it’s a day of puzzles, games, pikelets, stories and CBeebies. Not sure why the kids don’t like me rewinding anything Andy is in so I can watch it again.
It is beautiful outside, and even more beautiful that I won’t be slipping around in it.
I have a stinking cold with no voice, so I tried telling my 4 and 2 year old children I can’t talk today. Just because I love an exercise in futility. Maybe we’ll see a miracle happen. Maybe the kids will insist I rest on the sofa, tucking me up with a doona, hot chocolate and Pretty In Pink DVD.
In case it isn’t obvious, ‘doona’ is Australian for ‘duvet.’ So I’ll finish this post by sharing with you a favourite playground joke of the 80s:
What lies on the end of my bed and sings?
My doona. (Say it quickly. Geddit??)