What's A Little Snow...

... when you're properly clothed and toasty? It turned out it was very lucky this mummy had remembered to pack all of our winter clothes, as today the snow reached us here in Kildare as well. Having seen the news last night on how they are practically snowed in in certain parts of Britain, sure it was hardly a surprise to wake up to a snowy morning here across the sea as well.


To enjoy this crisp cold winters day, we decided to go for a walk around the lovely lake- which is actually just outside our window. Talk about bliss. Now, here comes the drama. I had noticed the other morning that the lovely ducks that live in and around the lake looked a little cold and, well, unloved. So I thought it might be a great idea to feed them. And us being us, there was not a scrap of bread in the house, so some yummy IKEA gingerbread biscuits would do the trick, I figured, nice and festive for the little ducks...


... and sure they liked the cookies. Liked them so much, in fact, that more and more ducks kept in coming. Then some really big- and aggressive- swans. Then seagulls. Seriously, I was having a little mini panic-attack, how was I going to get all these F***ING birds to go away?! BF, who has a morbid fear of swans- I know, SWANS, had taken Nahla and was walking away very fast, running in fact, leaving me to fend for my own with the mean old birds...


.. and in the end I just had to run off too! Seriously, does these birds not realize what's in their own best interest?! No more gingerbread cookies for you, guys!


Nahla, on the other hand, got great enjoyment out of the crazy bird show, probably not realizing how close Mummy came to becoming swan-food!


A latte in Costa saved me from post-bird-feeding-trauma-stress-disorder...


... and back home we played safely in the garden, where there wasn't a swan in sight and we got to eat the gingerbread cookies ourselves!