I was dreaming of a white winter
posted by sooyup
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When Emma and I retired to our love nest in the Welsh hills, we both harboured the romantic notion of being snowed in for weeks on end. Imagine being confined to our cottage with nothing to do but keep each other warm and sexually satisfied. We always have plenty of food and drink in store, candles, camping-stove and -gas and so on, just in case. But in eighteen years it hasn’t happened. When other parts of Wales, even places within a few miles, have been suffering blizzard conditions and deep snowdrifts, we have had the lightest of sprinkling, like the dusting on a sponge-cake. As you can see, our personal mountain is covered in snow. But we live in its shadow (or in its armpit, as the Welsh put it). Consequently, although we get the same extreme cold and an occasional howling wind, the mountain shelters us from most of the snow. What we are left with is a thin layer of snow-turned-to-ice which confines us to the house - the worst of both worlds.
When Emma and I retired to our love nest in the Welsh hills, we both harboured the romantic notion of being snowed in for weeks on end. Imagine being confined to our cottage with nothing to do but keep each other warm and sexually satisfied. We always have plenty of food and drink in store, candles, camping-stove and -gas and so on, just in case. But in eighteen years it hasn’t happened. When other parts of Wales, even places within a few miles, have been suffering blizzard conditions and deep snowdrifts, we have had the lightest of sprinkling, like the dusting on a sponge-cake. As you can see, our personal mountain is covered in snow. But we live in its shadow (or in its armpit, as the Welsh put it). Consequently, although we get the same extreme cold and an occasional howling wind, the mountain shelters us from most of the snow. What we are left with is a thin layer of snow-turned-to-ice which confines us to the house - the worst of both worlds.
