On the twelvth day of Christmas, we went home. Of course it wasn’t as simple as getting in the car and dad driving me back, no! There had to be a blizzard the night before promising at least six inches of snow… So Emma couldn’t get a train back to Bournemouth, I asked my dad if we were able to take her back to Winchester then she’d get a train there. It took a while for dad to get there but he soon did, we packed our bags and drove home. Stopped for a quick cuppa and drove Emma to the train station. Bloody snow!!!!
On the Twelvth Day of Christmas…
