Big boys toy and the snow

We awoke this morning to a sight which brought joy to the hearts of every child in the village and resigned acceptance of a long and trying few days for every adult. Well nearly every adult.

Mud was the biggest kid of them all! Nigh on dancing around the house, as he contemplated a couple of hours of fun, playing with Annie in the 10-18 inches of snow that had fallen overnight.

Beware the gift horse ……….

…. it may bite!

When Mud announced that he thought it was high time I had my own car again, I was elated. To be fair, the age of the Jap’ truck had a lot to do with this decision but I didn’t care. My own car!

Annie in need of some TLC

No more struggling onto buses with masses of shopping bags. Gone would be the waiting in the rain, snow and icy winds for the bus which was 20 minutes late – again!

Another kind of shopping list

One of the hitherto unmentioned and unforeseen benefits of being married to a Landy enthusiast is the justification of my addiction to list making. I have endured years of rolled eyes, sighs and exasperated shrugs, as yet another list is written as prompt to my woeful memory.

To be fair though, Mud does make the occasional list but only once in a blue moon and it’s usually to draw attention to the large number of jobs that need to be done about the house, garden and, more recently, the Land Rovers, for which invariably, he states he neither has the time nor money to complete.

Ciggy gets a new chassis

 Poor Mud doesn’t seem to have much luck when it comes to delivery of the things he most wants.

First the snow delayed the arrival of Ciggy, at the start of last year, by around 2 weeks, although to hear Mud tell it you could be mistaken for thinking it was much, much longer. Then a set of unfortunate but unavoidable circumstances, meant that the brand new, galvanised chassis didn’t arrived at its’ appointed time of 6am, one cold, dark Tuesday morning in late October.