Half the neighbourhood has turned up to play, trailing wet things in and out, borrowing hats ("mine is wet!") and they are now half-undressed while the dehumidifier and the space heater crank out enough heat to defrost the North Pole. Jackets, trousers, socks, leggings, gloves and hats are draped everywhere.
One inch of snow causes mass confusion, school closures and great joy in Bournemouth!
Meanwhile, in Canada'.
As soon as all our stuff is dry, we're all walking over to a friend's house, where she promises to feed the troops. We'll do the whole draping of wet clothes everywhere again. The boys and I are supposed to be driving to Surrey tomorrow. Hmmmmmmm, that might not happen. Send dry socks!