Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“I wish I’d had the camera… it’d have been well worth a video.” I could, at least, be grateful for small mercies. The chill seeped into my underwear. My son was almost doubled up laughing. And laughing… “What are the chances?”

What are the chances indeed of walking past the stretched canvas of the gazebo at the exact moment the breeze should lift it, emptying the entire, gelid contents of snow-melt right on your head. And with an audience too.

To add insult to injury, I was wearing waterproofs. Trouble is, they are designed to stop water penetrating through the fabric and do little to stop several gallons of the stuff going down your neck. The outside of the coat was still relatively dry…everything on the inside was soaking up the frozen cascade, including me. And rapidly turning blue.

My reflection in the window, the current wild hair unusually flattened…