The Scots are just jealous

Barely got out of my pyjamas today.

I gave them a reluctant tug around midday, before slipping into some warmer layers to make lunch in our rather nippy kitchen.

Officially, I was working from home today but there was no work coming in, so I threw myself into house-husband mode, helping Mummy with the kids before making a nice, wholesome spaghetti bolognese to warm up four hungry tummies for lunch.

The bolognese was a big hit, so simple to make yet so tasty.

Ben loved his so much he lost the will live when he was told there was no more.

He came wondering over to the "big table" from his "little table" with a Dickensian whimper and a generous smattering of bolognese sauce splattered across his mouth and nearby regions, and asked for more.

When he was told there was no more, his little world came crashing down around him.

He dropped his bowl and, in that trademark routine of his, ran across the living room floor, flung himself to the carpet, hunched humself up in a ball and sobbed endlessly.

Thing was, there was more.

There was plenty more in fact. Parents need to lie sometimes you see to protect family interests. We'd planned to save it for dinner to have with some garlic bread.

Yet, it seemed a little cruel to not let Ben have just a little more, so we gave in to the tantrumming one and a green plastic bowl of topped-up bolognese was soon winging its way to Ben's table and the eating-spilling-humming cycle began oncemore.

Humming?

Oh yeah, I should explain. You know if your food has passed the Ben test if he hums as he eats it.

It's a repetitive, high pitch hum that mingles in with background noise 90% of the time. The other 10% of the time it can be extremely grating, usually first thing in the morning when you're munching your way, bleary-eyed, through a bowl of cornflakes.

A quick snow update.

Our street, and most in the area, is still completely submerged in snow-ice. We've had no falls since Monday night, but the temperature did reach about 1 degrees this afternoon and the trees are starting to shed their loads. But the pavements and residential roads are still completely covered.

I spare a brief, very brief, thought for the poor Scottish.

Crap football team, crap rugby team, Socialist Government, worst obesity rates in the developed world and...crap climate.

That's right, they'll be freezing their Christmas stuffing balls off right now in their kilts, and I see it's going to drop to about -10 in Glasgow and to -16 in the Highlands. Haha.

Colder in the winter and colder in the summer.

You can see why they hate the English so much.