Wheres me jumpa

The recent snow in Ireland is the most significant snowfall I can remember since my primary school days. Back then snow fall meant a possible day off school and lots of fun sliding down the steepest hills you could find. Being older now, snowfall now means a safety concern and general hindrance to my day.

However on a Sunday morning, waking up to a fresh snowfall, the type that crunches beneath your feet, the eleven year old kid in me comes rushing back to the fore! Back when I was eleven I gave up all hope on making good snowmen, that tradition continues today and this morning I put together the worst snowman imaginable.