I have pretty much everything I want. Lucky girl. So, the only thing I asked Santa for this year was a White Christmas. I figured thin thighs and a flat tum would be beyond his magical powers. Especially in my condition.
I didn't expect to get what I wished for.
It snowed a few days before Christmas. Proper thick snow that fell 6 inches deep and stayed put. For days.
Els got really excited then realised that snow is horribly cold and hard to play with when a) you only have woollen mittens not waterproof ones and b) there's only your mum to play with.
We had fun throwing snowballs in the dark, and then decided to head for our local pub.
I treated myself to a Snowball of the Advocaat variety, and we listened to the locals tell tales of abandoned Beemers and Mercs strewn across Henley. We later found out that John Lewis customers in High Wycombe ended up sleeping overnight in the bed department!
The white stuff was everywhere, and has only just melted. It may not have been a White Christmas as defined by the Met Office, but I definitely got the Christmas pressie I asked for.
This post was written by Anna Colette, a Thames Valley Mum of one with another on the way. You can read more at her blog, Part Mummy, Part Me.




It's a good job it's melting here in essex
Posted by: Jayne | 11 January 2010 at 14:36