The very first day of Winter

Today, June the 1st, the first day of Winter. When I pictured it I imagined it would resemble something out of a wonderful novel. A warm, crackling fire warming toes that walk on icy tiles. A steaming cup of English Breakfast Tea like a cuddle for the soul. And a book. A deliciously enthralling story that is impossible to put down. Sounds perfect right?

Wouldn't this just be perfection
Image gained from here

Instead Winter has greeted me with a raging cold leaving my snot filled head feeling like it has been home to a herd of angry Rhino's trying to push their way out through my pounding ears! The headache not helped by the squeals of my little Blossom who has decided today would be optimal to start singing! That coupled with the intermittent whines of a teething baby it is needless to say my winter is not off to a flying start. And winter is my FAVOURITE season! 

Not quite the same now there is a baby in the house that requires protecting

So I am on the lounge whilst I unsuccessfully attempt to distract said baby with ABC Kids and an Arrowroot biscuit. I am watching a trashy American teeny pop tv show (which I might just love). I am surrounded by tissues and dirty tea cups, piles of washing that needs folding and a floor that resembles that of a dirt stable. But I am in my pjs and I do have my fire! Such a shame my slave boy has headed off to a wedding and I must get my own tea now he has left. 

Note baby to the right watching Peppa like a good girl

And that is my whine for the day...back to mummy duties I now go...