We live quite high up in the Lancashire hills and it’s all a bit rural and quiet out here. Every few years we tend to get a bad case of snow when everyone else gets a sprinkling. We kind of expect it and accept we’re going to be snowed in. I always forget though, how the start of cabin fever can actually feel and how I last about 48 hours before I start getting twitchy. I really wasn’t expecting the “Beast from the east” to be this bad. After all, the weather is forever going on about “the coldest winter on record”, isn’t it?
So I was a bit shocked to wake up to our entire street covered in a deep blanket of snow. I spent the next 24 hours in denial. Of course it wasn’t going to snow non-stop and of course I’d be able to get to work. But it did snow non-stop and I didn’t get to work for two whole days. Lucky for me we can work from home for most things, so we ended up stuck indoors for a good couple of days, juggled the boys, and enjoyed the billions of snacks that the OH had bought during his preps for it. (We seem to have a lot of scones for some reason).
Z managed to have a lot of fun in it but the toddler was mostly kept indoors on account of growing out of his snow suit. There’s another one on order but he was mostly happy just tottering about in it and then running back into the house. I’ve seen that it’s warming up very soon and it’s felt so much milder today at -1. Next week is going to probably be short sleeve weather at a grand 4 degrees. I have to say, I was very glad to finally see some visible tarmac again on our street!