Since I last wrote, it seems that most of us have been struggling with Arctic conditions and hair-raising journeys to and from work/school/shops! That said, there were certainly a great deal more Gritter Lorries on the roads – I seem to remember that last year they too were caught unawares, and were snowed in at the depots!!
We had about four inches of snow here in Berkshire, although the roads were clear, and the six tonnes (yes six tonnes!!!) of gravel that Colin had spread over the drive and pathways had suffficient salt in it to stop anything settling for long, so it wasn't too hazardous. To be honest, it wasn't the snow that bothered me, it was the minus five degree temperatures!
One end of the house – including the bedroom and bathroom – was like Ice Station Zebra! It took nerves of steel and determination to get from the bed to the loo in the middle of the night, and if it hadn't have been for my Cozee Homes bed covers that stayed warm, I may have had to think about a potty!!
Seriously if you missed our TSV, these bedsheets and duvet covers in the finest microfleece are incredibly warm. I am a dedicated Northern Nights sleeper, but when given a sample of the Cozee Homes bedding to try, it couldn't have come at a better time! Seriously snuggly… very hard to get up in the morning though…
But get up I had to, to make it into London to have my roots done… as you do! I decided to go by train as there was another heavy snowfall forcast, and the view from the train as I approached Paddington Station was pretty bleak as you can see above.
That said, with a lovely head full of highlights, I set off to see my youngest son Jack, who has been working in the City since December, and we had supper at Ed's Diner – just round the corner from his office. His chilli dog looked delicious but I settled for a BLT which was equally filling, and then he came home with me by train and stayed overnight which was lovely
He's a good lad, and we're hoping very much that this trial period in PR is going to produce a full time job for him – fingers crossed…
Infact Jack's always been a good lad… only time he ever really caused me consternation was by being born two weeks later than predicted! I had been scanned at 38 weeks and told that he weighed between eight and half and nine pounds… two weeks later I looked like the Queen Mary coming into port, and when delivered, Jack weighed 10 pounds, two and half ounces
I used to joke about my size, and the amount of water I was carrying as well as the baby, and as my due date passed I often wondered how I'd cope if my waters broke in a public place. Let's just say it's a bloomin' good job they didn't! Seriously, the amount of water there was, I'd have needed a canoe to get clear of it!
I am relieved to tell you though that after a 17 hour labour, Jack was delivered via an emergency Cesarean section – not sure I would have been sitting quite so comfortably today if not! I had insisted on an epidural so that I was awake to see him being born – would have been really disappointed to sleep through it! – and I remember the surgeon hauling him out and announcing that I had a "Jack"… he was beautiful, not a mark on him, and such a good baby
On Saturday he will be 20 years old… seems impossible really… and he will be away with his girlfriend Hanna in Amsterdam to celebrate. They both came to stay this weekend, so that we could give him his presents and cake a little early, and Lucy came and joined us for lunch too.
It's funny how much of your life you spend saying goodbye to them when they're grown up isn't it? I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I remember so well Jack's first full day at big school… all the other mums had planned lunches out and days for themselves, but I was absolutely bereft. I came home and spent the entire day making Jack a new quilt cover and bed set, crying continually into the sewing machine.
I had so loved his half days when I would pick him up and he'd chat to me over boiled egg and soldiers, and tell me what he'd done at school. I missed that terribly. I think it's because he is my youngest child, and the role I had played up until that point was to change.
They don't need you in quite the same way once they're in full time education, and to me it was just the beginning of them getting their wings in preparation to fly away one day… but as most of my friends say, and I now know to be true, they never go away for long, or even that far…
Of course, I count myself very lucky to have been reintroduced to my step daughter Becky, and I was with her, her husband Mark, and my grandson Ethan last weekend, to celebrate their little man's first birthday. Thought you might like to see Nanny Ali and Ethan together before he had his chocolate cake!
Well I guess I'd better sign off now, as my bed beckons, but I hope you enjoy this fabulous fountain we found on a recent trip to Windsor. It was put in place to commemorate the Queen's Golden Jubilee… lovely isn't it?! (see video below)
I hope that wherever you are it's warmer now, with less snow, and a definite feel of spring in the air. I'll be with you at midnight on Tuesday with a fabulous TSV from Tiana B – elegant or what?! Hope you'll join me.
With my love,