Why did I think I would be any better at keeping up with this blog then I was with my last one. I get all excited thinking about all the things I could be telling you all and then by the time I even think about it again I am snuggled down under my 3 duvets dreading the nightly dash to the loo that I know will happen. Yes I did say 3 duvets as it is so cold in our mouldy dank flat that on really cold morning we have ice on the inside of the bedroom windows which of course delights the children as they scrape it off and try throwing it at each other pretending its snowballs. Of course during the summer this flat is the best place to be, both warm and welcoming and one look out the window at the glorious green space and the beach just behind it we could be on holiday. We are so lucky during those few short months to be in such a beautiful location. We go out on to the green for a picnic and the children can run about as free as the wind that tussles through their hair, and only a quick run across the road to the toilet or to make a nice cup of tea or to grab the bottle opener. During the winter it is totally different. We have beautiful high ceilings (although during the winter a hard job to heat) which make the rooms feel rather large and airy.
Us down here right on the south coast have been very lucky this year (or unlucky if you are a child) and had no snow but bitterly cold. We could have had many a nice stroll along the prom or played football on the green like we do during the summer but no the weather drives us indoors and makes us close the curtains and all snuggle under our duvets (roaring log fire is in our imagination) with nice steaming mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows melting slowly on top.
Why is it that when we are as lucky as we are in this country we take it for granted. I never imagined sitting here in a flat with my two wonderful children sleeping soundly next door, the sound of waves hitting the shingle and the salty smell of the sea in my nose but here I am and if this isn't the most brilliant place to be then maybe I am never going to find my Nevada. xx
So glad you dropped by my blog and so glad you have posted. You brought back memories of childhood when we had no central heating. The house was a tall 1900's terrace and it was so cold ...it was exactly as you described, with ice inside and the dreaded toilet dash....sorry you are experiencing the same. I had a stone hotwater bottle that used to fall from my bed and wake me as it landed on the lino.lol. Take Care and keep warm xx
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