We headed out of the city today, towards the mountains and a town called Alen where we've seen a couple of houses. We arranged to meet the owner of one house at 10.30.
Those who travel with young kids will understand the importance of planning and organisation, so last night we got everything ready, bags packed, alarm set.
Maisie kept waking up, and she finally went back to bed at 11.15. Ned woke up at 4' and eventually came into our bed about half past, so when the alarm went off at 7, it wasn't really that surprising that Jim handed me a glass of water and then the phone to turn off the alarm, nor that we overslept by 30 minutes!
It wasn't the oversleeping that caused us to be late, as we were still ready to go at Jim's allotted time of 8.30.
It was the access road from our cabin back up to the road that had turned into sheet ice over night, and which our little car couldn't grip and we kept sliding back. I could feel the panic starting to slowly take over me, but then we remembered the set of snow chains we hired!
Now I love my husband, but sometimes I despair of him. Out came the snow chains and the instructions, and after a couple of minutes I got out to help. Only to discover a few minutes later myself that he hadn't even looked at the crucial first page which showed how to put the bloody things in the wheel! So another 10 minutes passed before we had traction and managed to get on our way.
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