And we’ve dug in; but daddy has made an oversight.
We’ve been under some strong weather for the last few days now. It’s no surprise, as the meteorologists have been calling it for a week or so now.
Beware the Beast from the East. So named by the Met Office, scaring old folk and the young in equal measure.
Cold weather is blowing in from the Baltic states and bringing snow with it. It’s quite deep in the east of the country, whilst the rest of us get snow drifts. We all get the high winds and the associated chill that takes -3 down to about -10.
Now any Canadian readers are probably laughing their socks off right now, as these conditions will probably constitute the norm for you folk. Here, we talk about the weather so much its a surprise that we are always so unprepared for it.
School is closed, so I make the decision to keep the youngest off of nursery too, as I’m off work which means that I can switch off the alarm and have a lie in.
Morning arrives and the Saturday routine comes a day early; they jump into my bed and we watch a movie. For once, I’m quite well rested so I watch with them.
Breakfast is 2 hours later than usual – and feels great! I need to adopt this lifestyle full-time.
I don’t buy into panic buying. No weather system lasts long in this country so I just did a normal shop. But, whilst making the porridge this morning, I realised, that we’ve run out of milk.
We’ll have to go out.
I break the news to the cubs, who usually liking the snow, decided that the wind chill was a factor best observed from the warmth of indoors. We’re going to have to go to the local shops.
The Cat in the Hat (see World Book Day) begins negotiations at the breakfast table.
‘Maybe we could do without milk?’
We can’t. We have to go out.
‘You should probably go without us’
That’s illegal. I’d be jailed.
‘For how long?’
‘But the cupboards are full!’
Not of milk
‘But it’s really cold dad!’
You like the cold
‘My tastes have changed; I’m older’
‘Can’t we just use the internet?’
They won’t deliver that small amount of product.
The 12 Disciples
When I was your age, we used to have milkmen. They delivered the milk before morning.
‘Even in this weather?’
‘Did they die?’
We’re still going. It’s not far.
‘Wait; we’re walking??’
A wicked smile appears on my face.
Yes; driving is tricky right now.
‘And walking is safer?’
‘Do the Police know about this?’
They’re busy. We’re still going.
My son looks on; amazed at it all. She’s backed into a corner.
I never thought grocery shopping could be this funny. Bit weird negotiating with the Cat in the Hat though.