Mair Sna'

Wee flakes BIG Snaw allright -my mumused to say "a puckle flakins maks a muckle" -which is based on "mony a mickle maks a muckle" -with lovely symetry translates to lots of little things turn into a mountain.
Lots of socks, pants, wellies, over trousers, under trousers, vests, gloves, snow boots, mair socks, hats, hoodies, t-shirts, mair pants.....all wet......all make a stormy soggy path scattered along the prescipice to the washing machine mountain.
Day 1. Plan : Massage with my lovely aromatherapist followed by a creative meeting with someone who has written a song (luckily he IS a musician) for the play and wants to play it for me.....and in return I want to ask him to be the stage manager....Im hoping either he or his wife will (hopefully both) step up. We are slightly thin on practical creatives. Followed by a lovely drive to my picture framers to order the next batch of prints - the sale of which - through 3 galleries are funding my "other work" at the moment.
Day 1 Plan 2:Emergency Measures - are now in place. Massage cancelled as her kids and my kids are rampaging at home. mine in a state of heightened adrenalin rush and snow blindness - it's either that or cabin fever - so it was just as well I draped the mountian of sogs over every available radiator in the house last night - so the have dry rations today. the house smells permanantly of wet dog. hedge;s welly's have a whole micro kingdom on the inside. he's gone off to shoot a deer and left the little darlings with me....If I take the boys to "hear the song" I will then have to contend with Finny's every second question of "Am I in this bit?" - "Can i be in this bit" - "have I got lots of lines yet?" "can I have lots of lines" "Pleeeease!".
At this very moment I can hear them feeding Special K to the Spaniel puppy and I need to go and save some milk formy coffee - will we ever see civilization again.

Fergus at least will be no trouble today. he got up checked the website - found out that 111 schools were shut and has retreated back to his nest. His only request that I buy him a "stud" for his ear to keep the hole he's poked through it with a needle -open. The disgusting piece of inch square nickel plated diamante laden bling he's been wearing has worn thin in three days. i have studiously ignored it - on the grounds that I was expected to over react. When he finally drew my attention to it (and it WAS pretty hard to ignore - ) I told him that he would probably get hepatitis C leading to Aids for sharing some scuzzy girl's nasty ear-ring - acctually I told him he would get HRT and HMV but luckily being dyslexic he didnt seem to notice. Me ? over react? naw, I can't wait for the big tatoo.