My husband, a teacher, has been on his knees all weekend summoning snow so that his school would have to shut down and he could have a free day off to walk the dog and play his tin whistle.
It was getting to the point where if it didn’t snow he would have needed a day off anyway because of his sore knees. But hurrah! we got a dump of snow and, yes, he got his day off . He’s been playing celebratory jigs on his tin whistle all day, and now he’s annoying me because he is unsquashably happy.
I’m pleased with the snow because it did a good job of cleaning the dog’s underbelly and now he doesn’t look like a chocolate dipped collie any more.
I walked, make that slid, past a local primary school today that had a massive hand painted board outside that declared “CLOSED ALL DAY DEW TO WHETHER”.
