It’s a freezing white winters day. The snow is surely on the
ground. In bed last night, it was really weird. The air was aerie. Silent with
a snowy sky. A blanket of winter threatened the earth.
There were no cars what so ever on the normal busy road at
the back of our house. Our narrow street, has vehicles which frequently pass by
our front garden. Not a sound, every house was closed for the threat we were
warned about all the day before.
About two this morning, a snow plough purred its way through
the flakes of ice which had formed it’s carpet, on the roads of our district
We slept really well. I really felt for the people who don’t
have warm houses to be in. How do they do it? I can’t stand going out to let
the dogs out, let alone sit or lay down on a park bench? It is no life is it?
For what? For a habit? Because of an illness? It’s just unbearable to think
there are people so cold out there.
I never knew what it
was like to be cold to the bone, I just thought it was an expression, until early last year. I had an
operation and since then, my body just
changed and now I really feel the cold.
I woke up today and came downstairs to wake the house up by
turning on heating and putting on the
kettle. I let the dogs out and Little Waggatail was delighted to see the
white stuff in our garden. Hub brushed them whilst I did housework and made
breakfast. Now we are waiting for Posh
girl to grace us with her company.
Obviously LC, woke up in a grump, as she picked a fight with
Waggatail and pinned her down. Poor little WT, lay with all her paws in the air
whilst LC, covered her with her long
body. Gnawing at her in anger.
Hub had to part them. I will go for now just wanted to say
good day to you all and make sure you were all alright.
x
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