so it's national news. Here we have to check with local radio to see if the schools are closed (BBC, of course: You can't rely on those commercial radio channels for unbiased news.) It seems that kids (or naughty teachers) have been phoning the radio stations to say the school is closed when it isn't.This media mayhem must explain why the BBC said that Brampton school was closed when it wasn't, and that Samuel Pepys' (Dan's school) was open when everyone had gone home. Luckily the school phoned us at 8.30 to say that it was indeed shut and Dan could stay home. His taxi driver, knowing this, still popped around to throw a snow-ball at Dan. Is that devotion or what?
So, Dan stayed home and, therefore, his parents did too. We watched redpolls, reed buntings, tits, blackbirds and redwings in the garden and played on the PS2. (A game station thingy plugged in to an old-fashioned analogue TV, do you remember those? They seem so quaint now.)
In the afternoon Bridget came to the rescue and we built a snow-man then, as more snow fell and darkness settled o'er the world, we went to the village shop to buy supplies.No-one was about before us, so we made fresh tracks in the new-laid snow. Brilliant!
Dan was fascinated. We pulled a sled behind us for the groceries and stopped several times to throw snowballs at garage doors, trees and each other.
Now he's yawning and ready for bed, but, calamity! There is no hot water. I turned it off to save money and forgot to turn it on again.
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