There was much cackling and hooting coming from Little Owl’s bedroom the other morning. I heard Little Owl shout, “Look how fluffy I made her hair!” This was followed by shrieks of laughter. Then I heard Finch say, “Let’s see how fluffy we can make it!” What on earth was going on in there?
A little while later Wren tottered out of Little Owl’s bedroom looking like she had put her finger in a socket. She has corkscrew curly, white-blond hair at the best of times but she would have given Einstein a run for his money that morning. And there was no time to do anything about it. Off she went to nursery looking like a walking dandelion clock. Of course the older two thought this was hysterical and were mightily pleased with themselves.
Did you survive the snow? We only had a smattering. I have to say I was relieved. Memories of last year’s escapades in the snow when we only had half a roof on are still strong in my mind. Wren did her best to make footstep trails in what we had, but it had all gone by the time the older two got home from school.
My nursing course continues apace this week and the next instalment of edits for my Kelpies novel arrived on Friday. My brain is a big old whirlwind of wound dressings, witches, pressure relieving aids, and flying bicycles. I hope everything comes out again in the right order.