A week ago the weather was ridiculously mild for the time of year - now I'm clinging on to the radiator (like Fizz does) with several layers of clothes on! I get cold very easily, others seem quite happy, but I hate having a cold nose, fingers and toes. In 24 hours we went from this....
to this.....
It does look very pretty, but there's an icy wind. More heavy snow is expected on Monday, and I'm beginning to wonder if we're going to have a White Christmas? We hardly ever see snow in London.
The last White Christmas I experienced was in 2004. Sadly, it was at my Dad's funeral and was in Burnley, Lancashire which is in the North of England. He died 5 years ago today, and I still miss him. The last thing he did on that morning was to go to Mass and then he picked a bunch of holly in the park for my Mum. Each year I pick a bunch of holly on this day in his memory. This year I've put it in the lovely vintage orange vase that came from their house.
There are hardly any berries on it, but there were loads a couple of months ago. I'm in the 'doghouse' as well. I asked the husband to help me cut some of the holly with a couple of berries on that I couldn't reach. He scampered out of the house, slipped on a patch of ice, and seems to have sprained his ankle and thumb.... oh dear!
On the upside, my son has just been offered a place at Oxford University. So let's hope he manages to stay focused until he finishes his 'A' levels in summer...
