It's the final day of my father's 10-day visit during which he has terrorised the locals by taking walks and saying rude things like 'good morning' and 'great day' unprompted. One Irish friend even told me that she thought she had passed my dad on the road as some guy had said 'hello' to her so that by process of elimination it must have been a visiting, friendly Irishman on the loose.
In honour of his return to the emerald isle, the Norwegian skies have opened up with snow. Luckily, my husband spent hours on sunday changing the car tyres but as you can see that other essential that marks the arrival of winter, the dismantling of the trampoline, is still on the 'to do' list.
There was chaos on the roads this morning, as there always is on the first day of snow, with buses stuck and cars skidding all over. It happens every year as if no one here ever drove in snow before.
Aidan is staying home for quality time with grandad and because I couldn't face taking the car out again this morning lest I didn't make it back up the hill. When I suggested that the child might like to go out and play in the snow, my father said, 'you'd let him out in that' as if I had suggested sending the boy out on the trampoline buck naked.
Yes it's time for grandad to go home to the country where a few flakes of snow have the power to shut down the country and where children only play outside in good weather, which is about 3 days a year.