I just spent the last few minutes convincing Stuart that it would be a positively BRILLIANT idea to take our pizza pan that mom and dad just gave us (mom, dad, look away from this post now before I break your heart) and go sledding with it in Astoria Park, on Charybdis Slope. Incidentally, isn’t that the least auspicious name for any activity that involves hurtling down (on a piece of slick metal) a very short slope that terminates in a small railing and the East River? Can you even THINK of a worse idea? Loves it.
My problem now becomes that since I am not a very small child, I do not have the proper accoutrements. Where is my snow suit with the footie grips inside plastic snow boots? Where are my nylon mittens? Where’s my damn SNOW SUIT?
I grieve the inevitable approach of adulthood that has decreed that I no longer need to possess a one-piece snow suit. Off to Charybdis we go, woefully wrong-dressed.
Oh I do long for a snowsuit again – like I long for PJ’s with built-in feet. However, with the amount of snow London attracts it really wouldn’t get much wear – I’d probably grow out of it before I’d got the use from it (and I seem to remember that was key when I was a child)….
Your pictures of the snow make me insanely jealous – I WANT TO SLEDGE TOO! Lovely.