"Let's run away" I said, as we frozen chosen picked our way to the car this morning for yet another bitterly cold trip to playgroup. David refused, but he did pick me up and insist that we go for a drive. And on the way we passed a parishioner's house who I thought might like a visit. Which in no way means that it was MY fault that we got firmly, unmoveably stuck in their driveway. Despite quite a lot of shoveling it was pretty obvious that the two adults, both of whom were laughing that sort of kinda crazy hysterical laugh you get when you discover you and your small children and one pair of gloves are stuck in the driveway of a farmhouse where no one is home, were not going to do it. The cows found us pretty amusing, though. And once the bag of kitty litter was discovered we did, in fact, get out and on our way. And we bought them another bag of litter.
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