Winter memory
One of my Colourlover friends made me remember something today:
Some years back on Christmas eve (that's when we celebrate in Germany) my mum and I were trying to get to my sister's place despite a completely iced over car. We couldn't open it so we tried public transport instead.
We barely managed to get there: they were running replacement buses for the trams and we probably got the very last one. Phew.
We had to negotiate the last 500m by foot on a very icy pavement - carrying presents, a half-cooked goose and supporting each other on the worst bits.
However, we managed to get there without falling down and despite some desperate giggling attacks!
Funny thing is, I don't remember at all how we got back home.


