Yesterday I saw the first glimpse of green grass in over a week and went to bed giddy with excitement at the prospect of leaving the house for the first time since the New Year. DH burst my bubble at 4am when he announced that it was snowing again, so this morning I once more found myself facing a day indoors. I stood in the Wet Room (the lean-to we have at the back of the house that the Estate Agents laughingly referred to as a Garden Room) and breathed the fresh air through the open back door, imagining what it will be like to go outside in the snow next winter when I have no need of my walking frame, and can run around with my little girl. To distract myself, I got down to the serious business of sewing, and made the following:
Dolly footmuff
Dolly cot bedding
It gave me something to do and gave the Pocket Dictator something new and exciting to play with. I was supposed to have a visitor today who was unable to come due to the snow. This was no bad thing since, with me and the little one housebound, the Houseguest in bed with manflu and my poor DH working his proverbial off, there’s been little time to shop. Added to which due to the panic-buying that seems to be rife, an internet shop has to be booked (as with the best Private Schools) before you realise you might one day need them. So I’m a bit short in the cake-baking department. My wonderful cleaner comes from Russia. It took her two hours to get here this morning. She made the excellent point that where she comes from their winters are colder, longer and generally more snowy. Yet because they are better equipped to deal with the weather, they carry on without issue as opposed to us Brits who have closed airports, rationed grit and salt, and shut schools. I don’t know anyone who isn’t tired of the snow now. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t crave green grass and fresh fruit. We’ve run out of the latter due to the aforementioned lack of shopping. Yet I needed something fruity in my life, and conjoured up a Bread and Butter Pudding for supper (DH is out this evening so it’s me, bad television and interweb shopping.) Maybe some day soon I’ll be anle to restock the dried fruit!
I see where you are coming from with the Russia gag Annie……I did laugh.
Before Christmas it took me two hours to drive half a mile home from Waitrose, so sympathies to your son.
It only took her two hours to get from Russia? It took my son 3 and a quarter hours to go 5 miles the other day… LOL. Sorry, I couldn't help myself when you said she comes from Russia. I had a picture in my head of her trecking across from Russia to your house. Sick sense of humour here (I blame my husband).
The bread and butter pud looks great. I think I might borrow that recipe for tonight.. we need more stodge to keep us warm 🙂
Snowstuck would have been equally appropriate. Forgot to take a picture of the pudding before we all dived in, but at least it's apparent it was well received…..
At first glimps I read the title as SnowSTUCK rather than STRUCK… both are quite apt.
Pudding looks fab 🙂