Supper Night

The bloody snow is back with a vengeance this morning, which is another bummer. Before I opened up the 13 hen houses I sneaked an extra feed to the guineas to bolster them up after an icy night in the Churchyard elm. From left to right we have Hughie, Alf and little IvyLast night my family braved the elements and almost killed themselves getting to our village for supper. My brother in law ( who is a bit of a daredevil and an ex rally driver) decided to drive up Gwaenysgor Hill ( which is 1 in 4) in a BMW along with my two sisters and another brother in law ( with all the starter in a huge picnic basket). The road was closed due to ice, but he in typical Indiana Jones style "gave it a go"
Suffice to say that after much shouting and fallings out (and a multiple yard slide down a steep snow covered grass bank) they left the car teetering on the edge and walked down the hill to catch a taxi up to us.(the long and safe way around)
Now I don't think it was the shock of nearly rolling down the hill that made them feel the cold ( a few gin and tonics and large glasses of wine soon helped them recover from their ordeal)

But all of them thought that our cottage was freezing even though the coal burner was on full draw. That's modern day central heating for you! Bloody softies! Halfway through courses they dug out all of our welsh blankets and sat there in the living room like a group of elderly old farts. I have a feeling that we won't be holding another supper night until spring time!

4 comments:

  1. I guess not having "central heat" is another way to keep people from visiting--Thanks for the idea! :-)

    Sounds like you had a wonderful and very cozy evening!

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  2. And you were worried about smell. Or, was it stinking cold?
    Family is always forgiving, and over look things like that, and usually laugh about having "frozen food" the next day.

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  3. Well at least you won't have to fuss about the paw prints! Read all your posts today. We have no snow at all. Peace

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  4. I detest a hot house. Give me crisp, cool indoor sweater weather anyday. I make sure everyone knows that our house is like a greenhouse and I'm the flower that needs to be kept comfortable. If someone doesn't like it, they can lump it!

    What happened to the car, btw?? Glad noone was hurt.

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