Being mocked by inanimate objects
On Tuesday, the snow began to melt, but of course, there was still plenty of ice under the melted snow, so guess who fell down twice in a hundred-metre distance? Yes, yours truly. It's pathetic: I really need a pony-drawn sleigh. On Wednesday, I had to spent an HOUR digging my car out of the half-melted snow and guess what happened not three hours later? MORE SNOW. I AM BEING MOCKED BY INANIMATE OBJECTS. But hey, all was well because the weather forecast said something about +6°C over the holidays, so I didn't really think there was a problem getting to my family's place today. Well...
Thursday evening, 21.46:
Phone call, Lytton and J:
J: "Hey, I don't think we can do our Christmas Eve breakfast because I don't want you driving."
Me: "Whut?"
J: "You haven't looked out the window, have you?"
Friday morning, 8.13:
Texts, Lytton and J:
Me: "Umm, taking the train to my mum's. I can't even see the street."
J: "80 cm worth of snowdrift on my balcony. MONSTROUS!"
Friday morning, 8.27:
Phone call, Lytton and Lyttonmother.
Me: "Mum, I'm taking the train."
Mother: "Okay, honey. But you do know that inner-city public transport in Essen has been suspended until further notice beceause of the snow, right?"
Me: ...
Friday morning, 8.31:
Phone call, Lytton and Lyttonfather:
Me: "Yeah, I'm going to mum's with the train, don't know how that's working out, but well, we'll see, right?"
Father: "Sweetie, I'll have to call you back. We're snowed in, I can't get the car out of the garage."
Me: ...
Friday morning, 10.11:
Phone call, Lytton, the littlest nephew, Lyttonsister:
Nephew: (shouts into the phone) "HELLO AUNTIE!"
Me: "Hi dearie."
Sister in the background: "Ask Auntie when she'll be here."
Nephew: "WHEN WILL YOU BE HERE, AUNTIE? SOON?"
Sister in the background: "Honey, you don't have to shout, Auntie L can hear you."
Me: "I'll be there... soon?"
NEPHEW: "OKAY."
(line goes dead)
Dear all: I am off now, I don't yet know how I am getting to my mum's, but these things work themselves out, don't they, and I ONLY HAVE A SUITCASE FULL OF PRESENTS, A BACKPACK FULL OF JAM AND A BAG FULL OF BOOKS TO CARRY. (And let's not forget the cake.)
Happy holidays! :)
Lots of love, Lytton
Thursday evening, 21.46:
Phone call, Lytton and J:
J: "Hey, I don't think we can do our Christmas Eve breakfast because I don't want you driving."
Me: "Whut?"
J: "You haven't looked out the window, have you?"
Friday morning, 8.13:
Texts, Lytton and J:
Me: "Umm, taking the train to my mum's. I can't even see the street."
J: "80 cm worth of snowdrift on my balcony. MONSTROUS!"
Friday morning, 8.27:
Phone call, Lytton and Lyttonmother.
Me: "Mum, I'm taking the train."
Mother: "Okay, honey. But you do know that inner-city public transport in Essen has been suspended until further notice beceause of the snow, right?"
Me: ...
Friday morning, 8.31:
Phone call, Lytton and Lyttonfather:
Me: "Yeah, I'm going to mum's with the train, don't know how that's working out, but well, we'll see, right?"
Father: "Sweetie, I'll have to call you back. We're snowed in, I can't get the car out of the garage."
Me: ...
Friday morning, 10.11:
Phone call, Lytton, the littlest nephew, Lyttonsister:
Nephew: (shouts into the phone) "HELLO AUNTIE!"
Me: "Hi dearie."
Sister in the background: "Ask Auntie when she'll be here."
Nephew: "WHEN WILL YOU BE HERE, AUNTIE? SOON?"
Sister in the background: "Honey, you don't have to shout, Auntie L can hear you."
Me: "I'll be there... soon?"
NEPHEW: "OKAY."
(line goes dead)
Dear all: I am off now, I don't yet know how I am getting to my mum's, but these things work themselves out, don't they, and I ONLY HAVE A SUITCASE FULL OF PRESENTS, A BACKPACK FULL OF JAM AND A BAG FULL OF BOOKS TO CARRY. (And let's not forget the cake.)
Happy holidays! :)
Lots of love, Lytton