When we got up this morning, I saw on a friend’s FB status that there had been snow on Vince’s Saddle this morning, so I looked for news about snow in Hobart and discovered that Mt Wellington had a considerable dusting. So Mr Bat took some very rugged-up children off for a drive to see their first ever real snowfall 🙂 Meanwhile, I discovered that the TALIS hold facility was working this morning, so put some of the books on Africa on hold for K. While they were out, I finished cleaning the kitchen, and made muffins and vegetable soup for returned travellers, of whom only one actually ate any, but meh.

After the kids had failed to eat soup, failed to eat muffins, and even failed to eat much of last night’s pasta, I gave up on trying to feed them and took them off to the library and post office. Where H was a pain in the bum, which I gather was pretty standard for today. I could only stand to keep them out for an hour, but when we got back Mr Bat locked himself in his study to work, and I read books until it was time to think about starting dinner. The kids mostly played together while I cooked; I think they have the toy animals in the bathroom. They helped me prepare dinner, and I gave them the offcuts of pastry to play with (since I forgot to make playdough as per The PlanTM we made last night). Since H’s slippers arrived today, Mr Bat and the kids talked to Grandmoogi on Skype to say thanks.

K started telling me about her snow experience after lunch, so I asked her if she wanted me to write it down. H wanted in too, so here are their reports on Our First Snow.

Katy says: The wind was so rough in the snow that I nearly flew away. And our snowballs had fingerprints, we couldn’t just roll them up into a ball and chuck them, we had to squeeze them into the shape of a ball and hit someone with them without them breaking. It was like ice, not snow. And the wind was so strong we couldn’t make a snowdog on a rock, even though the snow stuck to my gloves. We made a snow dalek. And I nearly got lost because it was so foggy. When we were in the clouds the ice was so sticky we could even make a snowman, and we could have lots of fun making stuff. I like snow.

Hughie says: I nearly got my glove stuck to a rock, and I nearly flew away. And I was very very scared.

I think there may be a certain amount of mendacity in H’s report…