It might be spring but it's snowing

It's snow again. Here on the east side of Scotland those little white flakes have not let up. Most of yesterday it snowed and it's snowing this very moment. Considering in two weeks time it spring officially starts, I don't think the weather knows about this. Someone needs to tell the weather it has to change. It is now being inconsiderate to the rest of us. Shops are expecting to sell their spring clothes but nothing is moving off the shelves. The last of those floppy eared winter hats has flown out the door and there's no more left. Well I got one somewhere. In a place where it is best used, on top of my head.

Sparkling has to hit work. The car is in the drive and has a few inches of the white stuff on it. My job will be to dig the thing out and make it road worthy and warm for when she gets inside. The cat as ventured out for about thirty seconds and come back in. His poor little paws sank into this carpet and he got lost so it was safer to be inside. I just hope he doesn't take to pissing in the house as well. Funny how he's pulling his fur out at a time like this.

The agenda has been filled with painting and decorating Sparkling's new bedroom. It's a raspberry, pink come red colour with lime green trimmed borders. I do like it. The only thing is decorating is always a slow process and Sparkling is a woman who likes to get things done straight away. She gets impatient if something isn't done immediately. I don't know why it's her nature. You even say this is a thing all women have. They just like to get their men out there an doing stuff, unfortunately it is never to the standard they want either, which you never know about until you've finished because mind reading is another thing they take for granted. I think the button in my head has been switched off because my mind reading is bloody awful at the moment. Fortunately Sparkling has told me the walls need a second coat and to get on with it while she is at work. Hence the day has already been planned, and I was going to stay in bed as well. Highly unlikely in these circumstances.

Some dozen hours later, the room is painted. Sparkling has finished work, Rock Chick has spent time with her belly in full view as baby Fro has kicked, elbowed and turned around. Whilst poor tired out Dangerous Sports Lad has kipped on the settee, he's just started a job and the second day involved getting to work at 7 a.m. For someone who barely ever gets up early it must of been a shocking experience, but he has picked up his game and risen to the challenge. Anyway, once the little one comes along he'll soon know what it is like to have sleepless nights, with the affection of a beautiful little girl who can bend him round her very tiny little finger, awwwe.