We wake up this morning to scenes that look rather more North Pole than North Finchley. The kids are at home because their schools/nurseries are closed. The roads are too treacherous for me to get to work. And our Monday childcare shift (aka Ursula’s parents) have no way of reaching us from the depths of Essex. So it is officially a snow day. I’m about to head up into the loft to dig out the ski jackets and snow boots, and we will then be heading into the garden/park for snowman building/snowball fighting/tobogganing.
We just have to hope and pray that Ursula doesn’t go into labour today, as the concept of trying to get to Great Portland Street in these conditions doesn’t even bear thinking about. We’re supposed to have another appointment with the obstetrician this afternoon, but who knows if we’ll be able to get there, or if he’ll even be there!