24 hours before we were due to fly into Toronto for our New Years holiday, a big snowstorm hit.
I was in a panic. “What if the airport closes?”, “What if the roads are impassible?” “What if we get trapped in a blizzard, the car breaks down and we have to EAT EACH OTHER TO SURVIVE?”
Hubs, ever the Canadian, dismissed these fears (except the last one, there was definite eye-rolling with that one) and was proved right the minute the flight (which was on time and trouble-free, thank you WestJet!) touched down.
Yes, there was snow and yes, it was bitterly cold but, in terms of a Canadian winter, it was nothing.
Silly Irish girl.
If you were in Ontario last week and happened to see a redhead wearing eight layers of clothing and wildly inappropriate footwear, that was probably me.
What did you get up to for New Year? Are you suffering in the snow? Do Canadian’s have a freakishly high tolerance for cold weather, or am I just a winter-hating sissy?