A day in the snow.
Today’s been the best day of the year so far (I can say that because the mind-blowing We Are The Ocean gig I went to a few weeks back it was at night-time!) :)
It started off with some inter-bedroom praise, prayer and worship on account of church being called off…Great one-on-one time with me and God!
Then I went up to Tesco with my friend Michael, and my sister decided to tag along, affirming her place in our little fellowship with the promise of a free Subway…
…which I’m happy to say, she delivered.
As it tranpsired, her real reason for joining our trip was wanting to get a crate of beer to take to her boyfriends tonight, but the flaw in the plan is that my sister is lazy when it comes to carrying things, so we devised a scheme; we bought some washing baskets with holes in them, distributed the beers, created handles from string and dragged them along in their makeshift sleds. We even packed in a little snow to keep them chilled!
I also bought Sims 3, but refrained from covering that with white flakey goodness (not dandruff).
On returning home, we threw snow snowballs at each other, the house, the neighbours - just about anything, really. Then Mike and I decided to go and build in the park, having seen the abundance of snow. The resources seemed unlimited. Would we build a snowman? A small replica of an igloo? Ohhhhhh no, these were far too generic.
So we built a
chair, nay a throne. Which we were able to sit on.
Then we hollowed out the underneath. It still took our weight.
Now around this time, a small collection of young trouble-makers (aged 13 I later found out) came past and thought it would be fun to try and destroy the fruit of our labours, which of course we did not take kindly to. So we took it upon ourselves to play good cop / bad cop with them. Michael initially wanted to just go and hit them, but I calmed him somewhat and convinced him to carry on sculpting while I enter my role of good cop. I started talking to them, asked them why they wanted to destroy it, and even made a few light jokes regarding their poor aim which got them laughing. Great, I thought, confrontation avoided and I even felt pleased that I’d extended love, not hate, towards these lads who obviously just wanted to cause a little mischief.
Sadly, the moment was short-lived. A stray shot hit Michaels shoe, and I can only presume soaked his sock.
Bad cop was officially on duty.
He went after them, strutting like an abominable maniac, spouting a torrent of angry slurs and offensive language. Suddenly it seemed that all the passers-by and strangers who’d complimented our work and stopped to take photos were reconsidering their impressions of us, having heard what came out of his mouth.
Needless to say, the kids ran off.
We then sculpted a small being to perch on the chair, and gave him facial features. We were just finishing its hair as the previously-encountered teens returned with reinforcements…ahem….two girls, clearly rather uninterested in their apparent quest of unprovoked destruction.
Well, we were finished, we had pictures as proof, so we knew what we had to do -
We relentlessly tore that chair and its occupant apart right before their very eyes, then I turned around very calmly and said,
“Sorry lads, we beat you to it.”
Like. A. BOSS.
It was honestly like something out of Hollywood, like a street-wise spin-off of Narnia!
Now here I am, at home, writing about it all, wishing you could share in the memories and revelry with me, just li-
wait a minute, what am I saying?
Pictures will be up shortly, friends. :D