Over twenty fours in. Snowbound. Housebound. Under curfew. The abundant dancing flakes have performed copious petit jete and delicately circled, becoming more energetic before branching into aggressive until they reach the climactic jerks and twitches of a tarantella.
The Beast from the East showed his true colours and they were fluffy, powdery white and extremely real. Emma the blustery, violent force made a noisily brief appearance and as they both enjoy a brief atmospheric yet dangerous dalliance, we mere humans stay carefully indoors. Away from the red alert branded weather. We live in the hope that we don’t lose power as a result of the beast and Emma. Just us.
We have laughed.
We have fought.
We have eaten.
We have baked.
We have debated.
We have headaches.
We have looked for our feet.We have run out of crisps, Mi-wadi, crackers, diet coke (my own vice), beans, bananas, all the berries little girls like and god knows what else.
We still have bread. Best not shout that too loudly considering the bread fear that seems to epitomize the Beast. On offer at an opportunistic black market price to anyone interested.
We packed for imaginary holidays.
We have tempers.
We showed them.
We attempted to make a snowman. More like a snow blub which is Betsy’s favourite insult.
We learned about snow types. Wet snow. Yucky but good snowman material. Powdery snow. Great for kicking but not for snowballs.
We have both hidden and seeked.
We have wrestled.
We have made fluffy slime. Many, many attempts later, we had something like slime.
We ate again.
We have gotten fluffy slime stuck in our hair. We cried.
We have no Internet.
We spent an hour on the phone.
We got Internet again.
We hoovered up the mess made whilst I was on the phone.
We watched mindless TV.
We looked out the window.
We listened to the wind.
We (I) picked up toys. Jackets. Dolls. Books. Cups. Again and again and again.
We played play doh doh doh…
We created ART.
We just stopped a two year old cutting a princess hairdo.
We had several outfit changes. Shimmer the genie. Elsa. Anna.
It isn’t even two o clock on day two.
What do we do now?
In this tale as old as time, as a nation once again comes to a standstill through the inevitable weather, I am running out of ideas.
Ideas folks??!! What is left to do?
Having said all of that, I am much happier here than being in my job today. Who doesn’t love an unexpected break from the real world that requires no illness? Reality begone. Embrace the beast.
Just need to get more PVA glue…
Ok for bread though.