Wednesday, 26th March 2008
I’m walking in the air
Ah Easter, what a lovely time of year. Daffodils, rabbits, chocolate eggs, the smell of Spring in the air, snow. Snow? Since when did it snow at Easter? Still I can’t complain, after all we didn’t get any of the white stuff over Christmas.
Once again Daddy got carried away. As soon as he opened the curtains and saw the snow he dragged me out of bed, pulled on my clothes and told me to go to the kitchen and get a carrot. What kind of a breakfast is that? It soon transpired however that Daddy had something else in mind.
We had great fun making the Easter Snowman and throwing snow balls at each other. As you can see we modelled the snowman on Kate Moss and Tommy Cooper. “Just like that”!
Sadly the snowman’s head lasted about as long as that of Henry VIII’s wives.
The snowman was dead. Que Triste! Now finally I understand why Raymond Briggs ended his book on such a sad note.
It reminded me of that occasion when Grandad worked for the United Nations in Kosovo. He said that one day his team stumbled across a field where they unearthed over a hundred snowmen that had been buried there. Fortunately, it turned out to be a field of carrots.
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Posted by Isaac @ 11:31 AM
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