Missing my daughters so much, aching with it, but spoke with each of them today, good conversations.
Running was hard-going in the snow, which is about four or five inches deep in parts, like Refrigerator Corner, where I carefully leapt over mouse tunnels, wherever I could see them, the little open highways of a day or so ago having become real tunnels rather than half-pipes, with all the extra snow. We ran 3.39 km at a rate of 7.04 minutes per km, not bad. Coming around on the second circuit, I noticed that Molly didn't care about mouse-tunnels as much as I had.
So much socialising during this time, your mouth gets tired from smiling and talking so much! A lovely dinner tonight, everyone dressed up in shirts and ties and posh dresses. When the hostess originally invited us, she told us to come in "fancy dress", which Tim and I thought was a bit strange. I was wracking my brains as to what I would wear, thinking, "Shall I just go as Frida Kahlo again?"
So this evening when it was time to get ready, Tim came running up the stairs with a Father Christmas hat on, asking if he could go as Santa Claus? And the boys said, no, you silly old people, it means smart clothes, posh clothes, that's what fancy means in America! So we all got dressed in our lovely special clothes, and when we got there we discovered that everyone was dressed in black and red, or black, or red, except that I had a bright orange scarf. It would have made a wonderful photograph, or painting.
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