So, I finally gave in yesterday after lunch I decided to go home and rest. The blizzard just kept going and sadly the trains home, did not. Just my luck. I got home after a never ending journey of waiting, freezing, did I mention it is 10 F (-12 celcius) outside and a storm so I felt like finding a dead animal I could gut and crawl inside to find heat. #starwars #dicaprio
I did not find any animal so I had to freeze until I got home. Gotta love public transportion in Sweden…
So I got home and after digging my way thru the glaciar that was once my driveway and I realized that no car could park here. The town is’nt big enoug for both of us. One had to go and it was not me. So with a fever in my body I would have attacked this dispickable natural disaster called Snow with some sucsess, if not my darling children had played with the shovel somewhere outside before they left home for a week. The shovel was gone after all so I took a spade and started working. I felt like I was digging myself out of Alcatraz with a plastic disposable spoon… needless to say I gave up and went in to slip in to something More comfortable.
Don’t how it always is that as soon as I get sick, I age 45 years and I end up looking like I just got lost from a nursing home. My face melts in to a sad mess, my hair is a disaster and my clothes are just so sad. But comfort is key while in bed right?
I can not be the only one?