And So It Goes On

When will the ice disappear?  Snow I can handle.  At least I could until my wellies gave up and decided to start leaking.  But no, we just have endless ice.  Our hill is lethal first thing.  And then what little has melted during the day has more or less frozen over again by the time I have to pick The Child up from school.  Joy.

This year continues to be fun.  So far I am still on Jobseekers.  So far various major issues from last year continue to be not improving in the slightest.  And I have yet to re-find my motivation.  I’m doing ok with my little exercise routine though.  Well I was before the cold from hell hit.  Exercise when you can’t breathe is not fun. 

I have been coping with the cold weather by accepting that most of our money needs to be spent on heating, and curling up on the sofa with The Child, our lovely fleecy blankets, and Harry Potter DVDs.  Now The Child is often to be found dressing up as a witch and casting spells.  Though her desire to marry Ron Weasley lasted a mere day, when he was replaced in her affections by one of the My Little Ponies.  I am still impressed by her reaction when I mentioned there are Harry Potter books.  I don’t really have any more bookshelf space to accommodate new books though.  I need more furniture.  Desperately.  That or I really need to stop buying us books.  And that so is not going to happen.  Not with two book lovers in the house.

I am impressed by my survival through what is quite possibly one of the scariest moments of my life.  The other morning The Child asked me why people have babies.  I am so glad she asked ‘why’ rather than ‘how’.  Though she was clearly unimpressed by my answer.  I resisted the urge to say ‘because they’re mad’, and went with, ‘because they want to’ instead. 

I would say I’m ready for the warmer weather now, but I know what that’ll bring.  Even more morons than we already have here.  I definitely am not a fan of people right now.  Though the random larger swigging bloke in town earlier was interesting.  All the more so for the howling dogs, the dead pheasant, and the oh so casual stance.