The Man made it home safely despite the snow, you'll be pleased to know, turning up at about 1am after a rather skiddy taxi ride from the airport. It's good to have him back.
We celebrated later in the day with some sledding at our local park - or Plunging Headlong Down the Hill of Death, more like. It was enjoyable, in a terrifying kind of way. The Boy was happy to give me a shove-start, but otherwise the children wanted nothing to do with the experience, thank you very much. They preferred to go and sit in the car and wait until their parents returned to their senses.
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