An Icey Easter for Bunnies
Today we invited Mad Granny over for Easter Sunday lunch, and an hour before Mom was about to serve up the goods, Mad Granny called. She said she was running late because of the blizzard we were experiencing. BLIZZARD?
Now my Mommy doesn’t originate from a cold climate, BUT she does come from a place with hurricane weather. She’s used to cows and rednecks flying through the air and the local WalMart sign nearly ripping off completely and decapitating a bunch of snowbirds. So she’s never been in the middle of a blizzard, but she knows what’s happening outside at the moment surely isn’t anything to sniffle over.
Much of England doesn’t have climate extremes. It never seems to rain properly here (it drizzles constantly), or lightening here, or even snow here. There are no airbourne cows or chavs* floating aimlessly here, or none that our family have ever seen anyway.
As soon as Mad Granny stepped into our house, she threw off her heavy coat and dramatically exclaimed, “If the British people can survive Hitler, surely we can survive this deadly blizzard we’re having! Make me a cup of tea, will you?”
Mad Granny is waaaaaaaaaaay dramatic! She has a lot to teach me.
