Brrrrr. Grrrrrr. Brrrrrrr. Grrrrrrr. I am very bloody cold and very bloody frustrated.
Without wishing to bang on too much about the 'cold-snap' (COLD SNAP?!! Mini Ice age more like), I feel compelled to write about it because it has left me and my family as refugees; displaced from our home; floundering in temporary accommodation (aka 'the in-laws'). The 'cold-snap' (grrrr) has left us without heating or water - not ideal conditions in which to inhabit a home when it is minus 12 outside. Technically, our home is now classified as an igloo so we have abandoned it to head for the more temperate regions of Dublin city which is a balmy minus 3. OK, so we didn't exactly have to trek across barren wastelands for weeks with our posessions strapped to our backs, but still, it's not very bleedin' convenient.
People may look outside their toasty warm homes at the picture postcard, winter wonderland scenes but believe me, it soon loses it's charm when you can't walk across your kitchen floor without sealskin and whale blubber padding on your feet. I'm not sure at what point it is acceptable to admit that you are actually bored of the snow but, putting aside the fact that I am in the advanced stages of cabin fever and have reached and gone past Wits End with the children under my feet 24/7 for nearly 4 weeks solid now, I am declaring myself as officially fed up.
"Make paper snowflakes", the more resilient parents out there cry, "Bake cookies, weave baskets, have an indoor snowball fight, grind fairtrade coffee beans with your little toes". While I have total admiration for anyone who is that creative and would like to pretend that I can summon up the enthusiasm to do these things, I just can't at the moment.
All I want to do is curl up in my own bed with one of the eight books sitting hopefully on my bedside table on the off-chance that I may get time to read them someday, and wait until spring time. Sadly, the truth of the matter is that I will have to grit my teeth (while I wait for the council to grit the roads), thank my in-laws for their hospitality and hope that this ice age decides to have a meltdown before I do.
Brrrrr. Grrrrrr. Brrrrrr. Grrrrr.
p.s. I am thinking of changing my name to Cold Cross Mum. Much more seasonal don't you think?