Here I am with my snow story. As the flights stop at Heathrow, the BMWs and the Mercedes get stuck at the bottom of every hill, I get busy doing snow stuff.
First I went to find my garden railway and it was all gone. Can you spot a little bit of track behind me?
So here I am, measuring the depth of the snow. Can you see how deep it is.
I went to look for my pond and almost fell in because it is all hiding under that deep snow.
This is the snowman I made and do you know what his name is?
He is called Frozy and here is his story which I wrote myself.
Once upon a time there was a snowman called Frozy .
One day he came to life.
He wanted some friends but they did not bother.
He came out of town when he finally found some friends.
He played with them.
Just then, the snow started to melt.
“I have to leave. I will be back soon”, said Frozy.
Papa also decided to put in a token appearance just so that he could look good standing next to me but then he got very cold and ran inside.
By the way, can you guess I have a very bad cold and it is only Benylin and Nurofen that carried me through all this work.
Hope you are enjoying your day. So be well and have fun.
