Having carefully checked the weather forecast, traffic news and the reports of ElfDad, who had made half of the same journey in reverse, we set out yesterday to visit the Land of Elf/House with the Big Climbing Frame/Home of the Godchildren. The route to the motorway was at a crawl, but relatively snow-free, and the motorway itself was no worse than normal. Then (and fortunately not far from the services) the windscreen wipers decided to pack in. So we pulled into the services and waited around three hours for the man with a van who can.
Now hear me loud and clear - I am absolutely delighted with three hours. We were together, in a safe place (with coffee, food, warmth, loos, and lots and lots of magazines), and with a low priority problem. Husband did a great job trying to make repairs, and could not have possibly done any more. We had a relaxing lunch, spent time chattering and reading, and made the decision that there was no way to complete the journey. The man with the van showed us the service road homewards, and we were back in the house by 5pm.
Sadly I have no picture reports of the igloo, volcano or other aspects of elven life. When I put on my pointy ears at night, a delightful correspondence is continuing with Goddaughter E, who tells me that they had great fun playing with the elves out on the Big Climbing Frame. She was particularly fond of the penguin and snowman earmuffs they had been sent as Elf and Safety Equipment. Tonight I am told that they have reindeer feeding and a graduation ceremony to hold by Saturday, and then their work is done. I shall be rather sad to see the elves depart. I only hope that the Godchildren will want them back next year. It would make an old pointy-eared Chief Elf (moi!) very happy.
Now, a little teasing. While Husband has been out today, I've wrapped and hidden his presents. I know he reads this blog, so I'll just say "try rattling, shaking and squeezing these, sweetheart...".
Hope your list of things to do before Christmas is getting ever smaller.