Lots of tom-foolery and hijinks were had. Am a tad worried that Steve's 'Adrenaline Junkie' gene is obviously dominant over my 'Will Just Sit Quietly and Have a Cup of Tea' gene, though. As long as they also have his ability to fall sensibly, then I shouldn't stress too much. They do tend to bounce, afterall.
Having had to pour two uncooperative and impatient preschoolers into miserable little shrunken excuses for gloves, I swear I could now successfully insert an octopus into a string bag. Who makes these things? They should come with a warning: "May lead to foul language and aggressive teeth-gritting, which in turn may frighten small children". Next time it snows, they are wearing socks on their hands. Or staying inside!
Here are some pics...
"I'm coming down!"
Mum and Dad's place across the road:
And... what snowy, wintery day wold be complete without mulled wine? I didn't really know what I was doing, but made this with a cheap and nasty bottle of merlot, orange rind, the juice of an orange, 2 cinnamon sticks and a few cloves. Oh, and a bay leaf and some brown sugar. And a slosh of brandy. Very scientific. Another batch was made the next night, using a nice bottle of Pinot Noir. Twas not as lovely, and the smell still permeates the house. Anyway, the first batch was truly lovely and I apologise for desecrating a nice drop on my second attempt.
