Well things are starting to revert to a more normal state of affairs now that Christmas and New Year are becoming genial memories, and the rapidly approaching pay days of more traditional work regimes are rising on the horizon.
Along with everyone else in the UK, I’ve been moderately entertained by the snow that suddenly crept up on us with at least a week’s warning – largely because the area that I live in seems to have something of a micro-climate that makes it a few degrees warmer than most of the surrounding towns.
Even so, we’ve had enough to transform the local park land into a fair approximation of the proverbial winter wonderland. While t’other half has been wrapping up warm and trying to get the ongoing asthmatic chest and throat infection of doom under control, I took the opportunity to wander out with Small this weekend.
I’m used to her presenting a very cool and collected front these days, so I ventured the idea of diving out after Sunday lunch into the snow with a half-expectation that there would be a lukewarm reaction. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my announcement that it was still snowing steadily – and indeed looked like it was snowing harder – was met with a grin, the setting aside of her laptop and her rapidly bounding over to check for herself. There may even have been an expression that this was rather ‘cool’.
In the event, we had a great time taking photos and then even more time having a running snowball fight up and down the length of Sunbury Park – in common with the many families that we saw out there that afternoon. We even ventured on to a nearby local Italian deli that goes by the name of Little Italy for hot chocolate and croissants – a lovely place with friendly staff and good prices that I’ll definitely be going back to.
So all in all – for me – the snow has been more decorative than disruptive, and life continues to bobble along. I’ve even picked up a bit of new writing work to focus on, which is always a good way to start a new year.