BY JOY HADAWAY
I woke this morning to a cold hard frost, the ground was hard and the grass was lost.
Mums and dad rush their children through the playground, hands in gloves and breathy greetings, now they're off to work for their many meetings.
I rushed back home to the warmth and comfort to start the day's chores. I can think of better activities that do not make me bored!
All I want to do is go to sleep like a little mouse in a bale of wheat.
I've a pile of ironing and beds to make, floors to vacuum and a cake to bake.
I must write some cards and make a shopping list, I've got appointments in the morning that cannot be missed.
Before I know it the clock has moved on!
I've worked non-stop but the ironing is gone. Time for a cuppa and put my feet up what's on TV. Oooh a hot sweet cup!
Oh dear what time is it? I must've nodded off, I've got the school run today and I've developed a cough! I hate this bloody winter the days go too quick.
One child has got the flu and the other is sick!
Roll on the spring time, the daffodils and longer days, for that improves my mind and changes my ways.
I crave the sun and the warmth on my bones, no sitting indoors tapping on phones.
A brisk walk through the fields and exploring the forest, the tent is up and the birds are in chorus!
Oh the promise of much warmer days, of ice creams and beaches on which we lay! Children are laughing and running around, barbecues blazing and a funky sound. People are happier when the sun in around, as for me in the winter I go to ground.