The best thing about having a dog is that I have no need for an alarm clock. Whenever anything worth getting out of bed for happens, you can bet your last buck that Baloo will wake me up. Although we've had to have a few serious chats, with me trying to explain to him that the postman delivering my credit card bills, or that pesky white cat sitting on the window sill again, do not qualify as a reason to rouse me from my slumber, he's usually on the ball.
I've been spending more time out of London recently, because my Granny isn't very well so I've been staying with her to help out. Yesterday, I was woken with more enthusiasm than usual. More licks, more nose-nudges, and even a few barks.
Clearly, something serious was going on.
As soon as I opened the curtains, I immediately sussed out the source of Baloo's excitement.
Snow. But not the nasty, grey, thin, slippery snow that London infrequently bestows on us. This was real, sparkling, powdery blankets of snow, turning the sleepy Berkshire village where I can now call myself a part-time resident into a veritable winter wonderland.
Baloo was getting impatient, so after a quick breakfast (porridge for me, Chappie for him), I put on as many layers as is humanly possible without sacrificing use of my limbs, threw a onesie on top, wrapped up in a vintage parka*, and popped on my trusty All Saint's wellies.
After a quick browse round the 3 shops in my village, it became apparent that none of them had a sledge. Clearly ridiculous, but lucky I'm a practical kinda gal, so I snuck back home and grabbed a big kitchen tray before galavanting off to the woods with the dog.
He bloody loves snow. I'll never really get over how funny I find the look of confusion on his face when chasing snowballs ("But where do they go?"), and he even had a go at
sledging traying with me. I don't know how much he enjoyed that, to be honest, but I had a good time.
He also proved a willing model as I got a little snap happy with my LC-A+ (but you'll obviously have to wait for a while to see any results).
I'd been craving sunshine recently, but a healthy dose of frolicking with the dog soon set me straight. After all, making sun-people and sun-dogs = much harder than the snow-boyfriend I made (with a snow-bitch for Baloo).
When we were all snowed out, we ambled home, and had tea and crumpets in front of the fire, and finished the last of 2012's homemade bramble jam.
To be honest, today was a bit of a copy and paste of yesterday, apart from I'd demolished all the crumpets in the house, so moved on to scones. I am officially snowed in for the foreseeable future, so I'm planning a mammoth blog reading-commenting session tomorrow, and will then be scouring the internet for new sources of entertainment. If you have anything of note, hit me up in the comments section.
Stay warm, find a person or animal to snuggle up with, and put on some Audrey Hepburn movies.
Have a happy weekend!
* Vintage = Stolen from my Granny's wardrobe, but I think it may be a keeper!