"MUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM look look its snowed",
"MUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMM, can we get up and go outside"?
"DDDDAAAAADDDDD can you get our sledges out"?
"IS SCHOOL CLOSED.....IS IT...IS IT...IS IT"?
These dulcet tones kill any romantic snowy moment I may be having and the house turns into some kind of frenzied nightmare. The Husband is on the phone trying to sort out his whole team of staff working from home today, he in turn warns me that he will be on the phone most of the day so not to expect him to do anything remotely snowy today. This will also involve 400 cups of coffee being made and
The Teenager has decided that although it looks really pretty it just isn't for her anymore as it will take way to long to get ready in appropriate snow fashion gear and her hair will get ruined. She is more concerned that she wont be able to get the bus into Brighton tomorrow and that if she cant it will be like totally rubbish.
The Whirlwind, who was initially super excited has realised that he has a day off from school and can in fact play his XBox almost all day (he thinks). Unfortunately for him the school has set Snow Day homework so he has to do that before he can do anything else. This revelation went down like a swarm of bees in your car and we then entailed an hour long rant of "ITS NOT FAIR" and "I HATE HOMEWORK".
For some strange reason I seem to automatically switch into Winter Hibernation Mode and get every small cooking appliance out to make a multitude of things to eat. At one point I had the slow cooker, bread maker and cake pop machine all going at the same time, my kitchen became some sort of live TV cooking show as I whizzed from counter to counter knocking up things to eat. The downside of all this beige cooking as I call it.....You know what I mean...Sausage rolls (beige), bread (beige), cheese straws (beige), cakes (beige). It eventually has an adverse effect on your digestive system by giving you the worst case of heartburn known to man thus resulting in Hubby and I literally swigging Gaviscon straight from the bottle.
The dog turns into some rare cross breed Mountain Goat/ Spaniel as he skips and hops through the snow and rather annoyingly turning some of it yellow. He then comes in with little snow balls stuck all over his legs which make him walk like something from Monty Python.
As the day draws to a close we all finish what we are doing and snuggle up under our blankets to watch a movie. The beige food is on the table for anyone that wants to risk internal burning and I have a glass of Baileys in my hand surveying the scene of family harmony. I make the most of this moment as I am fully aware that in about 12 hours we will begin the same ritual again.
Stay safe and more importantly upright.