Day 13: Saturday March 23rd

1:15am - and a great big 'thank you' to the herd of jolly young guns who decided to chuck snowballs at all the front windows of the house. We were all asleep. Thank you indeed. You ran off, whooping and yelling obscenities at eachother. I woke up with a nasty jolt, thinking I still lived in Costa del Winyates, and nearly opened a window to join in the shouting.

ASBOs ready, please...

Glass + snowballs + gravel = bumps and possible cracks.
No thank you, not today.

Fortunately, the hoo-hah only disturbed C1 and C2, and neither actually woke up properly. I, on the other hand, am now wide awake, ready for action, and cannot sleep. Memories of concrete coming through the garden fence, dog mess smeared on car windscreens and lovely neighbours yelling at me about stupid territorial rights make calming down somewhat tricky. I thought I had forgotten all of that.

Stitches still sore,  so the last paracetamol goes down the hatch at this Godforsaken hour. 

Snow has fallen, and been slushed by the rain. Good.

Closer examination of one of my keyholes reveals a bit of an angry red splodge. Vow to 'keep and eye on it' till Monday, and see what happens. It is sore and itchy. I hope it is not infected. 

Snow stops play. 
Plan A became Plan B, then swiftly moved on to Plans C, D and now we have Plan E. 

Trampoline-moving - off. 

Kids to Auntie Kate - off. 

Slow-cooked lamb shanks and jam roly-poly reward meal for the trampoline mover extra-ordinaire (Mr 1957) - off. 

At home all day, heating fired up, crochet, films, no grumping from small people, popcorn, hot chocolate, and yep - you guessed it - yogurt and Bovril for the Mummy. 

All good. Even the sore keyhole site is now unsore.

The promise of no snow in the kitchen,
a bacon and avocado sarnie and a mug of tea,
and there is one nutter in this house who wants to be cold, wet and outside. Good work, C1 !!! :) xxxx

Charlie Snow - abandoned for the love of bacon..........

Thank you - over and out. :)