Well we had some of the dreaded white stuff at the weekend but thankfully it didn’t stick around for long. The joy of motorhoming packed its bags and buggered off for warmer climates (which is what I should do) and I can safely say this lifestyle no longer holds any appeal for me after waking up to a frozen water pump (remedied with my hairdryer and half an hour of blasting the pump and pipes with warm air), frozen waste pipes on several occasions, a freezer that defrosts itself at will despite having vent covers in place and an arctic gale that blows in through the oven and kitchen cupboards (my cutlery is too cold to touch). On the site the only source of water is from the house or the showers and we had a day of no electric which Eddy didn’t even bother to warn me about as he ‘forgot’ cos I’m over the far side of the field. I may be female and have pink hair but I’ve enough life experience to not fall for complete bollocks and bullshit so he was wasting his breath by apologising after the power went off. This weekend promises temperatures of -5 to -9 (oh joy) and I’ve admitted defeat and swapped the 4.5 tog duvet for a 13.5 tog one. I’m thinking of flogging my Gaslow system and having normal bottles instead as I can’t be arsed to keep dragging this off the field to go fill up having realised that the vans onboard heater works better off gas.
I celebrated my 43rd birthday on Wednesday with the grand total of 2 cards but at least I had pressies off ‘The Man’ and we spent the day at the Transport Museum in Coventry so for the first time in about 13 years it wasn’t a crock of shit despite the lack of people remembering.