The schools are closed, roads are treacherous and I didn't dare risk Jack going into respite tonight! It's not that I wouldn't have gotten him there but getting him back would be a huge problem cos the paths which my lovely dad already cleared, would be knee deep again by morning. So literally Jack is trapped in the house until the snow shifts or it at least flattens enough to accommodate a wheelchair.
January this year, we were housebound for 3 weeks, as the snow was that bad! People were saying, just clear your path and it will be fine. That's all well and good but then what about the pavements? For those of you that have had the pleasure of pushing a child's buggy in the snow, then you know how hard that is, well a wheelchair is a whole new ball game. You can push it from now til doomsday and the bloody thing just won't move! It just aint happening people. :-)
Luckily for me, I have a carer (Marion) coming in twice a week for 3 and a half hours and that's when I can escape with Holly and fill up on supplies without having to put Jack through the trauma of being pushed and shoved on pavements that are impassible.
But I do so love the snow, especially the soft fluffy kind. So even though it causes me hassle I can't help but feel that it is a wee bit magical and transports me back to my childhood. I think I am still very much in touch with my inner child cos last year, over Christmas, while we were walking our dog Shiloh, Holly asked me if I would like to make snow angels.
Well, hello? I was on my back in the snow in seconds, flapping my arms like a mad thing and she couldn't stop laughing cos none of her mates were willing to do it and here was her mum making a total arse of herself without any kind of persuasion!
Two seconds later and she'd whipped out her phone and was taking a photo of me.....bitch!!! lol Then she was on her back on the snow joining me and the dog was looking at us like we had gone nuts. If she could speak I am sure she would have said "what the fuck?"
After about 10 minutes and much giggling, we were caked in snow and the cold had set in but it was so much fun that to be honest we didn't really care. When we stood up, the two of us looked like abominable snowmen, a rare sight at the best of times but never before seen in Elgin. Thank god it was dark and luckily for me, the photo that Holly Dolz took was too dark so no photographic evidence!
Never mind though I did manage to nip out and take some photos yesterday so you'll get the drift!
So my lovely back garden takes on a whole new persona when covered in snow and the new patio looks unrecognisable.
And walking the dogs is now a barrel of laughs cos the puppy, Loki hasn't had a lot of experience of snow, so she keeps sticking her face in it and then sneezing. She really is a numpty. Mind you, they both are. Holly took them both for a walk yesterday. They were running about like mad chasing the snowballs that Holly was throwing for them and they both jumped for it at the same time. They met head on, in mid air and then there was an almighty crack and blood everywhere. Shiloh, the blonde one (numpty 1) had broke a tooth on Loki's head (numpty 2) and it had snapped in half.
Holly was panic stricken and poor Shiloh was feeling very sorry for herself so Holly took them home pronto. She was quite upset when telling me the story and all I could think was "oh fuck, it's gonna cost a fortune at the vet if it needs to come out!" God I am so sympathetic.............NOT!!! Quick call to vet and OMG it was like phoning NHS 24! I was put through to this call centre and was asked 20 questions and told I would be called by an on call vet in the next 10 mins.
Ten mins later, I was chatting to said vet who told me as it was her top middle tooth, it was nothing to worry about and to just give her paracetamol if she was in pain. Well you can imagine Shiloh aka Numpty 1, milked it for all she was worth and Holly, who was feeling very guilty, fawned all over her as per the photo below.
She may be a numpty, but she has got Holly well sussed!
And twenty four hours later, as Holly wasn't around to fawn, she had forgotten all about it. I have the evidence! She isn't fooling me!
But then Holly came home and she is doing her dying duck routine again! If you are a reader of this blog, you will know who she learnt that from.....chancer!
