That's where my poor old blog's been for the last few months - right out in the cold, tapping feebly on the window; neglected and unloved. But there's a good (happy) reason why my normal routine has gone out that same window... And I promise, promise, promise as soon as I get my act together, I'll tell you as much as I can.
But in the meantime, as I was having a guilty scroll through my blog list, I noticed the theme for the Photo Gallery this week was 'Cold', and felt a need to post…
Honestly, I've been holding onto these pictures FOR EVER, waiting for the right moment. This one was taken a few years ago, on a trip to London. Lordy, it was cold. I don't think the fountain in Trafalgar Square freezes that often. It was just a few months into my husband's year long tour of Afghanistan; I'd taken the kids down on the train to stay with a friend, and we managed to pack such a lot in a short space of time. It was just what I needed - a bit of a breather, and some grown up chat. Even wrote my first silly poem about the trip; the first of many silly poems as it turned out.
This one was taken almost a year later - my husband was home, we were snowed in, but it really didn't matter. It reminds me of the relief - the lifting of that weight of worry and responsibility - a sense of fun creeping back.
We'd made it.
A perfectly timed sort of snowy high five.