Apparently I need to get out more. Literally, that is.
I don’t need to get out more generally; I just need to agree to go outside this weekend.
Why? Because the dreaded ‘s’ word has been uttered.
Apparently it’s arriving across the whole of the UK this weekend, so some newspapers say.
I’ve reacted with a ‘s’ word of a different sort.
And IJ wants me to go out and play in it. The snow, that is.
Thankfully it isn’t here yet. Hopefully it never will be. But IJ is frustrated at my lack of enthusiasm for taking her new plastic sledge outside and giving it its very first run on the slopes.
I would be excited, of course, if we were holidaying in the Alps.
The reality is that I travel from Nottinghamshire to London for work every week. And British Rail can’t cope with leaves or rain let alone snow.
So I’m a tad apprehensive.
‘Are you absolutely sure it’s going to snow?’ I asked IJ.
‘Yes’, she said. ‘I Googled it.’
‘Did Google say it was going to be highly disruptive?’
‘No, Google doesn’t know anything about that.’
Hmmm. They might soon.