Not Fit

I'm reminded of primary school just now . When the field was wet they'd post a sign on the hall saying " Field not fit" and "Field Fit" when it was fine. Today is definately a field not fit day. We don't get all that much snow in England so when it does hurl the white stuff down we don't know how to deal with it. Everything stops. The news reports nothing but snow news. Huddled with my mug of ovaltine light I feel greatful that we headed to the shops yesterday now nothing can send me out for a while.

I've officially given up on the gym pass arriving before Christmas. It was another early rise to be defeated by the post. I've sent the gym head quarters a slightly sarcastic letter and hope that they issue a new pass in the next few days.

Mum is getting goods from the delivery man daily now. They are practically on first name terms. We are stocked up on face creams 'til 2057 at least. I thought i'd get in on the act and ordered some weight loss memoirs online. They have been dispatched today. They should start arriving after the Turkey blitz. I ordered Such a Pretty fat, The Incredible Shrinking Critic, Passing for Thin and Confessions of a Carb Queen. They should set up up for January.   Then I went on to spend imaginary money online by logging onto my favourite shops and pretending I could order what I wanted. I made quite a list although cast iron bookends, buttons, necklaces, embroidered mirrors and picture frame hessian memo boards were tempting. I'm missing buying frivolous things for the home this season.

Venturing out

I was out of bed radidly in the morning in the hope of catching the gym pass as it plopped through the letterbox. Eating cinnamon oatmeal I looked into the snow for the postie. The letters arrived full of bountiful joy- a card from friends in Majorca and the Yorkshire Dales. Also included the local theatre was advertising its new season but no gym pass. Getting up early and the longed for gym trip being no go, despite me having prepared for 12 pm yoga, made me really irratable.

I wasn't aided as I went with mum in the snow to the supermarket. The fruit and veg isle was pilled high with sprouts and parsnips and potatoes. Everyone was jammed into one spot with their huge baskets dithering over choices. The supermarket gleamed with great food for Christmas. Though I did stop to scoff at the low fat sausage rolls- I mean really what is the point? I panicked for five minutes over the pasta section as I struggled to find wholemeal pasta. I landed lucky and was rewarded by some really tiny wholemeal pasta shells, which have been made into a mushroom bake with some clever help from some herbs, eggs, garlic and onions and will be served soon. I'm desperate for that pass to come tomorrow my mood will be so much better after a day of exercise in the warmth.