This week has been all about the white stuff. We started Saturday with a fair dusting on the ground from Friday’s snowfall. H was still bemoaning that his school had gone in on Friday when quite a few local schools had been off. Saturday involved some garden play and some snow sculpting, but we knew there was more snow on the way. Birmingham seemed to be right in the path of the heaviest snowfall, which is unusual for us here in the Midlands.
By Sunday morning we had a proper amount of snow. Our road was impassable except in a 4×4 and that’s unusual because we are on a minor bus route and it’s an access road for surrounding side roads.The main road that we can see from our house, is a busy dual carriageway and major route into the city, had problems with lorries and other vehicles getting stuck. We made sure of some sledging in case H’s school didn’t close on the Monday. His school has only closed for half a day for snow since he’s been there and he’s in Year 6, so I wasn’t sure they would close.
On Monday school did close and I’d offered to have one of H’s friends and his brother for the day to help out with childcare. H enjoyed having some playmates and I made use of some child labour to clear the path and the drive. Sledging of course had to feature and it was very busy at the local sledging spot. The roads started to ice up though late afternoon and the roads quickly became quite dangerous.
A quieter day on Tuesday. H was glad of another day off school, but he was all sledged out. I paid him some pocket-money to help me clear the drive so we could break the car out if we needed it. The cats seem to have had the right idea for most of the week. They never left the house: there was untouched snow outside the cat flap so I can be sure.
Wednesday was back to school and normality. I took this picture for an online drinks tasting I was taking part in. I went to a Christmas Carol Concert to help me get into the Christmas mood and the next day I went to H’s school carol concert as well. Mum came along and it was lovely for her to see H perform in his last concert at that school, but sad too as normally Mum would be chatting away to all the people that she knows there – our school has quite a strong local community feel and she knows a lot of the parents and grandparents who were there. This year she couldn’t take part in the conversations because her speech has gone and could only listen.