We had the first splatterings of fluffy snow today. Woo Woo. So of course while I marveled at the lovely puffy flakes and started dreaming of a white Christmas, I thought it prudent to check my iPhone every so often during the afternoon to check the tubes hadn’t ground to a halt. All seemed well.

Now a while back my darling husband bought home a spectacular hat. It’s a cross between a Russian hat and a cake and it quite simply the warmest thing in the world. However it is also rather large. I chickened out of wearing it yesterday and suffered for my vanity with aching ears and the coldest head ever. Today, considering that the weather forecast said it would be a whopping high of 2 degrees, I thought vanity be darned and let’s get this sucker on.

‘Aw cute babe,’ hubby said as I put the mountain of fluff on my head.

‘Yes, but I cannot in fact see a blasted thing,’ I grumbled. In fairness I was peering out from under it like a small child trying on their parents clothes. ‘I can’t see!’ I whined.

‘But you look cute,’ hubby insisted, clearing missing the point that looking cute could lead to a multitude of accident ridden situations that it’s just not fair to put someone with reactions as slow as mine in.

At this point I looked outside and it looked cold. Really cold. The cars were covered in a fairly decent layer of frost. I quickly decided that there was no way I was leaving without the hat.

Walking down the street I couldn’t help but notice lots of people glancing at me as I walked past. I could almost see them thinking ‘look at that freak with the giant head’ Although on hindsight I’d like to believe that they were wishing that they had an enormous pile of fluff on their heads. Ten minutes out of the house and in the freezing cold was enough to convince me that I’d make the right decision.

Until I got to the tube. I managed to jump on just before the doors closed and almost took out the tall guy next to me.
‘I’m so sorry’ I said sheepishly. So sorry for my freakishly large head.

So I left work and decided that it would probably be wise to wait until I was about to exit before putting it on. The problem was I had forgotten how badly I function in cold weather and moments after leaving the building, I walked into a pole I’d missed due to fluff in my eye. Dang! Narrowly missed my untimely death by bus, Blast! And somehow missed the station entirely.

Thankfully though I didn’t assault anyone on the way to pick up the Lil Fella.

‘Nice hat, Mom’ he said before collapsing in a fit of giggles.