I saw Blue across the road as I do each morning, and we basked in the early morning warmth.
“Spring has sprung, I love you my son,” I sang across the road to him.
“Sssshhh Mum, you’re embarrassing me.”
We live out in the sticks and unless he cares what a handful of birds think I didn’t think I needed to hush. I sing to him every morning, made up songs that are shockingly tuneless but rhyme. He makes out he hates it, but I think he’s kidding himself and it sets him up for the day.
“Spring has sprung Pinkie-Pie,” I declared as I entered the house. I had started to think about what colour I’d paint my toenails as I was sure to be in flip flops by the weekend.
I bought salad in the supermarket for mine & Mr’s dinner, a cheery colourful dinner to open the season. “Too soon for Pimms?” I wondered. “Ha” I said to the soup aisle, “I’ll be back in October for you.”
The wintery sun on my dirty car windscreen gave me close to cataract visibility.
“Inside and out please,” I said to the man wearing two beany hats.
Since half term even Puppy-Face has given me looks like, really? Me? In there? There was a bit of Snickers in a tissue by the handbrake that was probably purchased when it was a Marathon, I just hoped the car wash man was up to date with his tetanus.
As I got out of the car the cold air hit me like a slap, and then suddenly it was like a grey blanket had been thrown over the sky.
“Where’s Spring?” I asked him.
He shrugged his multiple clothing layered shoulders at me, “je jo të ftohtë ju tradhtoj.” (see translation at bottom )
Within a minute it was raining, heavily. I ran to the nearby cafe to seek shelter. I have to admit I was extremely disappointed, probably more than is natural. Images of my flip flops faded and the salad I had planned for dinner was about as appealing as a turd casserole. I looked out and watched as the rain turned to snow. Yes snow, you heard me. And there I was in a body warmer, cropped leggings with tiny weeny socks and trainers that were as waterproof as tea bags.
“I’ll have something nice,” I said to the lady behind the counter, “what have you got? I’m trying to be healthy today, but I’m drawn to the doorstep sarnies.”
“Well," she said brightly, "I’ve just made a Thai noodles dish.”
She showed me it, and I caught a whiff of what can only be described as a smell I had to eat.
While I was slurping on my noodles it got me to thinking; ok, so I was inappropriately dressed for winter, because despite what Dave Berry had said in the morning spring was clearly some time away, but if I hadn’t of been freezing I wouldn’t have been sitting there now enjoying a delicious lunch I hadn’t had to make myself. It’s true there really is always a silver lining.
When I popped my head out the door to check on the progress of my car, I could see that it was gleaming and ready.
“I’m so sorry about the mess in there,” I said to him.
He nodded, “lopë të pista,” he smiled. 
“Thank you so much. Have a nice day.”
On the way home from school I asked Pinkie for one positive thing about having Cystic Fibrosis.
“I can eat chocolate at snack time,” she said immediately.
It’s true, she can. Pinkie needs more calories than a bear, so when her class mates are nibbling on raisins she’s often gets a Freddo or the like. That’s down to her pancreatic insufficiency, basically her body doesn’t produce the enzymes required to break down her food, so she takes capsules that contain the enzymes instead. Obviously as good as it is, it’s not as effective as if her body was doing it naturally, so she has to eat more to counteract the malabsorption.
“I like XX.” (our favourite nurses).
Many moons ago when Pinkie was a baby, I was speaking with a nurse who’s child had some severe problems and she told me that the special needs world is a kinder, softer place than the one most people live in. She’s right, anyone that we have been in contact with because of Pinkie’s C.F has been the sort of person you’d happily drop anything for, to do them a favour. We have been lucky to encounter the very best in people, the kindest side of humanity.
“You also come on any trips with me, if you’re allowed,” she added.
True - see blog post Reluctant Owl 11/01/16 for details.
When Blue got home his feet were caked in mud.
“What happened to you?”
“I walked some of the way.”
“In a field?” I asked sarcastically.
Silly me, why would you stay on a warm bus that drops you outside your house when you can trudge through a bog of a field in heavy rain?
“mnmmnsgh ghgh mumble mumble,” he’s nearly a teenager so that’s as close an interpretation as I could make.
I looked at the shoes, should I leave them to dry or wash them off now? Being that he’d need the shoes in the morning and that amount of mud would need a kiln to dry them, I opted for the former. After I had ruined my clean kitchen I suddenly remembered that I had bought some black shoe polish when I was buying the salad, because who doesn’t buy shoe polish and salad together?
“Thank you,” I said to the karma gods before setting about my clean up operation for salad prep.
Just that very second the phone rang, it was Mr.
“What’s for dinner, I’m hank.”
“Salad,” I said trying to make it sound great, “with chicken.”
“No,” he simply said, “I can’t eat salad in winter.”
“But its spring,” I tried.
“I don’t eat salad in spring then, particularly when it’s zero degrees in spring. I’ll get us a curry on my way through.”
“Oh ok,” I said trying not to sound too pleased.
Last night as a hail storm threatened to Wizard of Oz my house to a different location, I lay awake and thought about all the positives in my life, and even though Pinkie has C.F which I would change in a heartbeat if I could, overall things are pretty close to perfection. Mr, Blue and Pinkie bring more light and warmth to my life than a month in tin foil on the sun could, and for that I am truly grateful.
Translations from Albanian -
1. Aren’t you cold you idiot?
2. Dirty Cow