Today You Were King And I, I Was Your Queen

Woke up and the world was buried, so I took a day off.

A day off like this, unexpected and for no particularily unpleasant reason, is what I call a lost day. And lost days should be cherished. No laundry or hoovering on a lost day, for example. No arguing about eating your greens. It's like getting a tax return, you don't spend that money on your bills do you? Oh no. You buy a Hermès bag.

So we ventured out in the snow and climbed icebergs the size of the one that killed the Titanic. I taught my son to make snowballs and how to throw them and we had his first snowballfight. He made me snow pancakes for dinner and fed them to me (no yellows, I checked carefully). We played with a cat until it got annoyed with M trying to feed it snow and scratched him in the face. He cried, but wanted to pet it again so no harm done. I saw that side of my child today that makes me so utterly proud of him. The curious, plucky, courageous side, the adventurer's spirit he carries, his questioning side. He'll climb up a heap of frozen snow six feet tall and then throw himself off it just to see where he'll land. I love that.

Then we walked to the shop and bought sweets. On the way there I slipped on the icy pavement and fell like a great lumbering bear right on my bum. No one was around though, so I'll just put it down to experience.

Music for today has been James & Karin's "Barnlåtar", Enter Shikari's first album and now Joni Mitchell.