So, after my last blog I went into extreme worrying mode. The weather seemed to get worse - especially in Dublin - and I was convinced my flight home would be cancelled and that I faced the prospect of spending Christmas away from my family. Luckily for me I had a good back up plan, and would have been able to spend Christmas with Nic and his family in Kent. But, in the event, my flight managed to squeeze into Dublin on Wednesday. Only just, it seems - the airport was closed the entire day before and for most of Thursday and Friday as well. I won't bore you with all of the details of my journey but I did spend a miserable two hours of it sitting in the middle of a row on a Ryanair plane, waiting for air traffic control in Dublin to give us a landing slot while an absolutely awful brat screamed and roared and kicked my seat. Ugh. Still, it was definitely all worth it when I got off the plane and was greeted in the airport by my lovely parents.
I've had a stinking cold all week (I caught it on the plane. I could actually feel myself getting ill while I was sitting there) and right now I have a red nose and a pale face - I look less than delightful, so no outfit shots. However, I am starting to feel better and my photographer arrives with us tomorrow, so I might be able to rectify that during the rest of the week. I do feel really rough, though. I know it's only a cold, and I shouldn't be so lame, but my sinuses are giving me real gip. I'll play one more tune on my sad violin and tell you that I couldn't go out with my brother and sisters tonight because I'm too ill, and then I really will stop whinging!
I really don't have anything to moan about. I feel so lucky to have made it home, and so far it's been wonderful even with a cold. We had a bit of a drama on Christmas morning when our oven broke, but my mum took the turkey to my grandma's house to cook it there and luckily enough the hob was working so we were able to cook everything else. It was lovely being with all of my siblings, and though I spent the day just lounging around and reading my book, it was perfect.
I've had a stinking cold all week (I caught it on the plane. I could actually feel myself getting ill while I was sitting there) and right now I have a red nose and a pale face - I look less than delightful, so no outfit shots. However, I am starting to feel better and my photographer arrives with us tomorrow, so I might be able to rectify that during the rest of the week. I do feel really rough, though. I know it's only a cold, and I shouldn't be so lame, but my sinuses are giving me real gip. I'll play one more tune on my sad violin and tell you that I couldn't go out with my brother and sisters tonight because I'm too ill, and then I really will stop whinging!
I really don't have anything to moan about. I feel so lucky to have made it home, and so far it's been wonderful even with a cold. We had a bit of a drama on Christmas morning when our oven broke, but my mum took the turkey to my grandma's house to cook it there and luckily enough the hob was working so we were able to cook everything else. It was lovely being with all of my siblings, and though I spent the day just lounging around and reading my book, it was perfect.
When I got home the weather was astonishingly cold. Our 'severe weather' in the midlands had done nothing to prepare me for the temperatures here. On the 23rd and 24th the temperature had reached -15 by about six in the evening! It has warmed up dramatically now, and it's raining heavily and all of the snow has disappeared but it was beautiful when it lasted. I'll leave you with a few photos I took of my snowy home, and I'll be back later in the week
The pond is completely frozen over. However, I did not take accept my dad's invitation to go for a walk across it.
No breakfast by the pond this time
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