One of our near neighbours must have heard Fi’s excited exclamation the other night of “IT’S SNOWING!” He was out changing over to his winter tyres this afternoon. Coincidentally, Mirinda asked if we should go and get ours fitted soon rather than wait for December 1. Not that it snowed today. There was plenty of rain, and it was a bit chilly, but there was nothing like snow.
Apparently, it was quite wet in Uppsala as well. Which is where Mirinda and Fi headed this afternoon, following Mirinda’s Swedish class where they had to indulge in Swedish small talk.
They wanted to go away together for a few days and a few places were suggested when I threw Uppsala into the ring. I went last year and thought Mirinda would love it. They both thought it was a great idea for various reasons, one being how easy it is to get to by train.
And so, this morning at 8am, a taxi arrived to take them to Vagnhärad station and that was it. The girls and I were alone again. Actually, I mistakenly thought it was our first time alone in the Red House but, of course, Short Term Memory Gaz was wrong. I was here with just the girls when Mirinda, Sharon and Jud went to Gotland last month.
While the weather wasn’t particularly nice, we went for a walk around the woods after lunch. I wore my raincoat again but, fortunately, the rain held off until the last bit of the walk. The raincoat, however, is also great protection from the icy wind chill.
Mind you, while we didn’t get wet from the rain, Emma managed to roll in something decidedly foul and earned herself a thorough drenching in the bath. She was not happy afterwards. Neither was I.
I really miss the laundry, where it was easier to control her in the sink. Although I can sit here next to the bath, she has enough free roaming room to escape the hose. Pesky cockerpoo.
Because the Uppsala Plan wasn’t finalised before I shopped yesterday, I had enough food to last me all weekend, so I cooked myself a cod and chorizo parcel. I’ll have the same tomorrow.
While I sat at the dining table, eating and listening to a podcast, the girls sat in chairs beside me in that almost human way they do. Emma was still upset about the bath and gave me accusatory glances all through the meal.
I told her it was her own fault; she clearly did not agree.
And she already needs another one…