as it was snowing outside I thought a couple might come in useful.â
I laughed. âOh thatâs not fair.â I dragged myself off the bed and started searching in the cupboard for a pair of his thermal long johns to steal. âArenât you going to be voted âBest Dad in the Worldâ? I canât compete with that.â
By the time we were dressed and downstairs, the kids had finished their first snowball fight, Sam had been hit in the face twice and had had a big handful of snow forced down his back, Charlie hadnât even had to duck. Sam, irritated and frustrated at his own lack of aim had given up, leaving Charlie trying to use one of the new sledges on flat ground, much to her annoyance it wasnât going well.
Over a huge breakfast of hash browns, beans, bacon, sausages and Samâs favourite, fried bread, we decided that we were all going to trudge out to the big hill behind the house and test the sledges.
Charlie stared out of the window, the snow was still falling. âItâs really deep.â She looked a little hopeful. âWe have to start school the day after tomorrow.â
âItâs not that deep,â Geoff said, âitâs only about seven or eight inches and the roads will be clear.â
I laughed at her expression of woe. âThis really isnât that bad love.â I began to clear the plates away. âYouâve just never seen more than a couple of centimetres of snow before. Iâm sure your dad has seen it much deeper, coming from Cumbria.â
Geoff nodded. âI remember walking down a lane and after the plough had been through the snow at the side of the road was up to my waist.â
Both kids looked at him and rolled their eyes. âYeah right!â Charlie got up and went to put her wellies on. âCome on Sam, letâs get out before they start on the old days .â Both went out muttering about the parental lies that they had to put up with.
âDo you remember that day we were visiting my mum and the car got stuck halfway up that hill in the snow?â Geoff laughed.
âYes I do.â I poked him in the arm. âThat was when I got out to push and you drove off and left me, I had to run to catch up.â
âI didnât dare stop, Iâd have got stuck again.â He put on a wounded look. âI was only going slowly, I thought youâd be able to jump in.â
I waved a knife at him. âI did jump in, but as soon as both feet were in the car, I found myself hanging on to the open door, couldnât hold on and fell out again.â
âI had to stop the car and pull you out of that snow drift that you were bum-first in. We couldnât get the car going again and had to abandon it and walk to my mumâs.â
âWell if your mum didnât live halfway up bloody Stainmore we wouldnât have had any problem.â I looked out at the snow. âItâs amazing that this is the deepest snow the kids have ever seen.â
Geoff took the plates out of my hand and dumped them on the table. âCome on, leave them, letâs go sledging before it all melts.â
Four hours later we arrived back home. The kids, soaked to the skin, were shivering uncontrollably. They had given up walking and were perched on their sledges forcing Geoff to drag Sam and me to drag Charlie. I couldnât feel my feet and the wild excitement about the snow had dulled to the usual moaning and griping.
âI canât feel my legs.â Charlie staggered upright and kicking her boots off at the door fell into the lounge.
âDonât stand too near the fire,â Geoff warned, âas you warm up itâs going to really hurt.â
Charlie looked at him dubiously. âWhy?â
Geoff just winked at her. âTrust me, itâs going to hurt.â
I chivvied both children upstairs. âCome on out of those wet clothes, who wants the first bath?â
Charlie was