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Yesterday my mother and I got up at seven to catch the early train to Dublin. I hadn't got to sleep till about three, so I got about four hours' sleep. FEH. It was pitch black and utterly, bitterly freezing outside. We had to wrap up in gloves, scarves, hats, the works. And the stupid train was cold and made my toes numb.
In Dublin we just hung around Grafton Street...spent about two hours in Marks and Spencer...I hate that shop. Why my mother likes it is beyond me. I met another girl my age trailing around with her mother in there, and we talked a bit while we were waiting outside the changing rooms. I wondered whether it shouldn't be the other way round, LOL.
We looked briefly for a Debs dress, but there wasn't really anything that caught my eye. At lunch I became a bit forlorn and mopey, probably because I was so tired, so my mother left me in the cafe to read my book for a while. I cheered up afterwards and got a brown parka with a furry collar and lovely black Converses with silver flowers on them and fur on the inside, so my feet will be lovely and warm in school now :)
On the train home we sat down opposite someone my mother knew, just like the last time we were coming home from Dublin. And on the way up, I saw my old primary school teacher (I kept my head down) and Sinead's sister Louise and two of her friends. Even when you're going to Dublin, you can't get away from anyone...
This morning when I got up to let Ozzie out, who was making a racket in the kitchen, I saw that there was frost everywhere. I went back to bed for an hour, turning on my electric blanket, and when I got up again there was...
SNOW!!!!!!!
'SNOW!' I yelled. 'SNOW! SNOW!'
But my mother was going to work and my brothers were going to bed, so it was just me who trudged out into the whiteness after breakfast. There wasn't all that much snow - the strong wind had probably blown it all away - but the driveway was coated in it. I threw a few snowballs at my brothers' windows, and when that failed to wake them up, I set about making a snowman. That took an hour, and when I was done I used stones for the eyes and a carrot for the nose and put a scarf and hat on him. I called him Jack.
Then Sean came outside and we had a snowball fight and we made snow angels and Sean turned his into a snow devil and Brendan came outside and he and Sean had a snowball fight while I went out to the field with Molly and Oscar to break the ice in the cattle trough, which is a sort of tradition. Then my father came out to the house and we pelted his car with snowballs and he got out and pelted us with snowballs and by then we had run out of snow so we went inside and had porridge for lunch.
Jack, Molly and I pose for a group picture
Sean, Oscar and me in front of the shed
Oscar liked the snow, but not the snowballs aimed in his direction
Brendan, just after throwing a snowball. His expression is priceless
I wanted to take a pic of the front of the house in the snow, but by the time I remembered most of the snow had melted, leaving only a bit in the herb garden
Sadly, it is now raining and the last time I saw Jack, he was all shrivelled up. I suspect that in the morning all I will find is a hat and scarf in a little puddle.
My brothers went over to help Daddy move to his new apartment, and are staying there tonight. My mother has gone to a session. I was going to go, because sometimes Brendan Gleeson - who plays Mad-Eye Moody in Harry Potter - turns up with his fiddle, but meh. I like having the house to myself. I'm just after watching The Day After Tomorrow. It disturbs me that everyone in Europe ends up taty bread :(
In Dublin we just hung around Grafton Street...spent about two hours in Marks and Spencer...I hate that shop. Why my mother likes it is beyond me. I met another girl my age trailing around with her mother in there, and we talked a bit while we were waiting outside the changing rooms. I wondered whether it shouldn't be the other way round, LOL.
We looked briefly for a Debs dress, but there wasn't really anything that caught my eye. At lunch I became a bit forlorn and mopey, probably because I was so tired, so my mother left me in the cafe to read my book for a while. I cheered up afterwards and got a brown parka with a furry collar and lovely black Converses with silver flowers on them and fur on the inside, so my feet will be lovely and warm in school now :)
On the train home we sat down opposite someone my mother knew, just like the last time we were coming home from Dublin. And on the way up, I saw my old primary school teacher (I kept my head down) and Sinead's sister Louise and two of her friends. Even when you're going to Dublin, you can't get away from anyone...
This morning when I got up to let Ozzie out, who was making a racket in the kitchen, I saw that there was frost everywhere. I went back to bed for an hour, turning on my electric blanket, and when I got up again there was...
SNOW!!!!!!!
'SNOW!' I yelled. 'SNOW! SNOW!'
But my mother was going to work and my brothers were going to bed, so it was just me who trudged out into the whiteness after breakfast. There wasn't all that much snow - the strong wind had probably blown it all away - but the driveway was coated in it. I threw a few snowballs at my brothers' windows, and when that failed to wake them up, I set about making a snowman. That took an hour, and when I was done I used stones for the eyes and a carrot for the nose and put a scarf and hat on him. I called him Jack.
Then Sean came outside and we had a snowball fight and we made snow angels and Sean turned his into a snow devil and Brendan came outside and he and Sean had a snowball fight while I went out to the field with Molly and Oscar to break the ice in the cattle trough, which is a sort of tradition. Then my father came out to the house and we pelted his car with snowballs and he got out and pelted us with snowballs and by then we had run out of snow so we went inside and had porridge for lunch.
Jack, Molly and I pose for a group picture
Sean, Oscar and me in front of the shed
Oscar liked the snow, but not the snowballs aimed in his direction
Brendan, just after throwing a snowball. His expression is priceless
I wanted to take a pic of the front of the house in the snow, but by the time I remembered most of the snow had melted, leaving only a bit in the herb garden
Sadly, it is now raining and the last time I saw Jack, he was all shrivelled up. I suspect that in the morning all I will find is a hat and scarf in a little puddle.
My brothers went over to help Daddy move to his new apartment, and are staying there tonight. My mother has gone to a session. I was going to go, because sometimes Brendan Gleeson - who plays Mad-Eye Moody in Harry Potter - turns up with his fiddle, but meh. I like having the house to myself. I'm just after watching The Day After Tomorrow. It disturbs me that everyone in Europe ends up taty bread :(