We awoke yesterday to the marvel that is a proper snowfall - y'know, the kind we used to get in the 80's when Winter was Winter and you could scamper into the garden with wellies over your PJ's and hurl snow at your siblings until your hands were so cold they might fall off!!Well it snowed like that here yesterday! I was so excited at the prospect of wearing my wellies!Woo hoo!
The troops were rallied and in the manner of the Famous Five Rich, myself, Lucy and Gary and Johnny went on an adventure. We walked the Barnston to Thingwall trail and it seriously was like being in Narnia! Halfway there we paused to slide down the hill! Rich & Gary made friends with some young people and thus ended up having a go on their sledge. I say 'sledge', it appeared to be more like the spare tyre cover off of a Range Rover (??!!) Anyhoop, it made for an excellent sledge. The boys (all in their mid twenties I might add) made like Jack Ass and ended up eating a lot of snow! Luce & I recorded the moment for posterity.
After our walk we decamped to the pub for a hearty lunch and the Liverpool game - we lost GUTTED but excellent time was had by all. I think I've dicovered that that is the secret of Sundays. Usually I meander aimlessly through the day waiting for the inevitability of Monday morning and work to arrive. However, the secret appears to be actually getting out and doing stuff - puts you in a good mood and makes the day seem worthwhile!
In other news, happy 21st birthday little brother! Nice one Rupert!
Big love y'all,
me xxxxxxxxxxx
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I bet you have some pretty pink wellies, don't you? lmao. BTW, love the pictures of the Narnia party - I'd totally forgot about that! You make a wonderful White Witch! :P lol. Aw, your younger brother is the same age as me! lmao. tee hee. You're, like, nearly 28 which is, like, nearly 30 which is just about old! lol. :P
love it! lol. :)
C.
xx
happy birthday rup!
Just a little note - my bro is called Tom really but when we were little my sister and I called him Rupert and told him he was adopted from the Troll People that lived at the bottom of our garden. Sad, but true....
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