I played snowballs with the boys.
Then we went into the field where the sheep aren't and played more snowballs.
Then we came home and She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed siad Christmas is officially over now and we had to take the decorations down.
She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed is getting all stressed out bcause there's only enough black burny stuff for the fire for today. The man with the lorry who brings it is meant to come tomorrow, but he comes from Ammanford which is millions of miles away, and today the cars couldn't even get to Cardigan which is only 8 miles away because they all slidded and bumped into each other on Tremain Hill this morning.
I don't know why she needs a fire to keep warm, why doesn't she just grow a nice thick fur coat like mine?