Snow Fair, it's all gone!

It's official....Winter's over! We made it. Still alive, all twenty appendable digits present and accounted for!

I am actually vaguely sorry to see the back of the ole jack frost season. The snow was lovely. Standing outside one night with huge fluffy snow flakes falling on my face, we realised that back home the lashing sleeting rain is the equivalent of a slap in the face.

Snowflakes however are like tiny little kisses!

....much kinder than bitter Irish rain.
Irish rain says ...'heh heh heh standing at the number 3 bus stop for 40 mins in the cold looks like fun, would you like some freezing sideways rain to enhance your experience of Dublin Bus?"

Canadian Snow says..." Excuse me mam, you look like you are really enjoying this crisp cold winter evening.  Could I offer some special visual effects in the form of softly falling snow?'

 So although it was long and bone-chilling, it really was not that bad. It  was bright and polite and not damp like we're used to.My biggest regret is that we didn't take a photo of Oxford street covered in snow.
For three straight months the girls couldn't open their screen door to the back garden because of the solid snow drift that had built up against the screen door. Not one single pic of this 3 foot fire hazard. Woops bit of an epic fail on the photographic documentation front.

So here we are, and the sun is hanging around flirting with us....
But she is just teasing and just as you're reaching for the suncream and bulmers, she's gone and it's minus 3 all over again!

I went to a baseball game on Sunday and optimistically applied factor 30 for a day baking under the open dome roof..... eh no!
Needn't have wasted 2 squirts of Hawaiian Tropics, that stuff is pricey!

The baseball was....well another North American sports experience ticked off the bucket list!

 

With questionable signs and hats doing the rounds.Should we tell her and the countless others at the game the other possible interpretations of that statement?....

So, Wednesday Malaise has befallen me and the only option is to head around to our local for a pint of barbie! They replaced the beer tap with an old bald barbie doll, so even though they tell us every time I prefer ordering a pint of yer wan!