After waiting for the bus for about half an hour and finding out that there was no way it was coming to get him, Steve phoned me up, "Put the kettle on, I'm coming home" By the time he got home I had tea waiting for him. He emailed his boss to explain there was no way he'd be able to make it until the afternoon. The response we got from James was, "Welcome to Lethbridge!"
Being that last year George was far to little to care about the snow, I was rather excited to get her dressed up and let her experience the pure joy of fresh snow! Or at least that's what it would be if you were a four year old, a one year old who's never seen snow before is terrified! It probably didn't help that, although her snowsuit was warm and fit nicely (Thanks Grandma Che Che) it rendered her mostly immobile. Which was adorable, but ticked her right off.
|If you look close you can see the tears of snow fear.|