I heard Dad phoning work.
"Oh bother!" said Mum, "there's no milk and I'll bet the milkman has been able to get through yet. Katie, Katie are you there? Just check to see if the milkman's been will you love?"
I ran to the front door. The cold air hit me as I opened it. There wasn't any milk, just the two empty bottles from yesterday.
"Mum can I go in the garden?" I wanted to be the first to tread in the newly fallen snow.
I've never moved so fast in the morning. Wellies, gloves, coat and even a hat were thrown on before she had a chance to change her mind. Then I was off. Within minutes, the garden was covered in my footprints- round the tree, up the path, by the hedge, everywhere. First, I made a pattern of circles but the circles were soon lost in the maze of footprints that covered the garden.
Dad was at the door laughing.
"Dad, do you think school will be open today?" I was thinking about the playground. If I went early I could be the first to tread there too and maybe have time to build a snowman. Perhaps school wasn't such a bad idea on a snowy day.
"Well, we had better go and find out," he said "but what about breakfast?"
"No, let's go early, I want to be first there. Please!!!"
Mum had come to the door.
"What's the matter with you both? Don't just stand there laughing. Let's go." Then I looked down and saw what they were laughing at.
Hanging down from under my coat, and just covering the tops of my green wellingtons, was my pink nightie!
A Winter's Day
The snow had been falling most of the night. When I looked out of the window at seven, everywhere was covered in a carpet of white. The snow glistened in the early morning sun but in the distance more snow clouds were building up.
"There's no chance of getting to work this morning," said Dad. "I'll never get the car off the drive." Maybe, there's no chance of getting to school either, I thought hopefully.
"No, sorry," he said, "not a chance. Hopefully tomorrow. Yes. Bye." Mum was busy in the kitchen.
"Do you think I'll get to the shop this afternoon?" she asked. "It's just that I gave one of the young girls the afternoon off, so there'll only be two of us - providing Susan gets there."
"Perhaps," replied dad, "but the forecast isn't good."
"No, Mum, he hasn't been," I shouted. The garden looked lovely. No one had walked yet on the fresh snow. Here and there a twig poked out. A robin landed on the branch of the small cherry tree - it looked just like a picture from a Christmas card.
"But Katie, you haven't had your breakfast yet and you have to get ready for school," answered Mum.
"Oh, please Mum, just for a few minutes," I pleaded.
"Go on then, but put your wellies on - and your coat and gloves. It must be freezing out there!"
"Are you sure you've trod everywhere?" he asked teasing. "I'm sure you could squeeze another two or three footprints in somewhere!"
"Are you sure you're ready to go now?" she asked smiling.
"Yes," I said, "straight away!"
They both started laughing.
